Category: Personal

First fumbling steps with two dogs

2007-09sept-018

I don’t know why dog training comes so easy to me. In my teenage years my closest buddy was a dog. I was living on a farm sustaining emotional abuse from my uncles and aunts. Preferring their mild version to the shattering type from my mother. Attending public school in a country side of Iceland means a barren social environment. Being a stranger to the other kids, … Continue reading


K?ta the stray puppy becomes mine

2005-09sept-087

I was almost thirty-eight and still there was no dog in my life. I had spent a year in solitude healing from stormy relationship and emotional abuse, which had been a torture?for six long years. I still hadn?t recovered my a?belief in myself or my self esteem. I had just begun taking a look around in the dating market. I had a chat one evening with a … Continue reading


Coming in from the cold

1997-046

For eight years I worked as a computer trainer, teaching normal people how to harness the power of computers. For a while I worked with a woman who was a breeder in her spare time. It always amazed me how she lived. She had found a place just outside the city of Reykjav?k, where she kept up to twelve dogs at a time. There she had a … Continue reading


A Sheepdog named Loppa

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My first dog wasn?t mine. Her name was Loppa and she belonged to my granny. She was a farm dog. Loppa was a Border Collie and quite intelligent. Before she came to the farm there had been a string of dogs. At least three dogs had met unfortunate accidents with cars in the previous five years. Before that time period there had been an excellent dog named … Continue reading