Dasha Takes an ICE Train
We are off to to the United States from Germany!
After a taxi ride to the train station there was a bit of a wait for the next train. Jules went to see if we could get last minute seat reservations (which were in fact too late). Dasha, tethered to one of our 50 lb suit cases paced uncomfortably as we waited for his return. People of course stop often to ask me what kind (breed) of dog Dasha is as no one (including me) has ever seen a Taigan before. Often people stop and stare and smile at her, because not only is she unusual looking, but she is also a puppy. And who doesn't love a puppy?
Well today was the most unusual Dasha encounter to date. A woman approached me about Dasha. Dasha, by this time, decided to lie down and wait, hiding her unusual tail. The woman speaking only in German had mistaken Dasha for some Afghan Mix (most people presume she is an Afghan or Saluki mix). She reached into her pocket and pulled out a photo of an Afghan and proceeded to tell me that her dog had been dead for six years and it was the best dog she had ever met. She then handed me her business card and would not leave until I promised her I would email her with the details about the breeder and the correct spelling of the breed. She also whipped out her cell phone and started taking pictures of my puppy. A strange encounter that Jules could not believe until I showed him her business card.
After a taxi ride to the train station there was a bit of a wait for the next train. Jules went to see if we could get last minute seat reservations (which were in fact too late). Dasha, tethered to one of our 50 lb suit cases paced uncomfortably as we waited for his return. People of course stop often to ask me what kind (breed) of dog Dasha is as no one (including me) has ever seen a Taigan before. Often people stop and stare and smile at her, because not only is she unusual looking, but she is also a puppy. And who doesn't love a puppy?
Well today was the most unusual Dasha encounter to date. A woman approached me about Dasha. Dasha, by this time, decided to lie down and wait, hiding her unusual tail. The woman speaking only in German had mistaken Dasha for some Afghan Mix (most people presume she is an Afghan or Saluki mix). She reached into her pocket and pulled out a photo of an Afghan and proceeded to tell me that her dog had been dead for six years and it was the best dog she had ever met. She then handed me her business card and would not leave until I promised her I would email her with the details about the breeder and the correct spelling of the breed. She also whipped out her cell phone and started taking pictures of my puppy. A strange encounter that Jules could not believe until I showed him her business card.