Tódor

I’m Tódor, and I don’t have anything to complain about. Everybody loves me, and I can do what I want. It’s been a year and a half since I met my owner, but it took less then a minute to make her fall in love with me. I also have an older girlfriend, where I live, in the garden. Her name is Emma, and she is a Labrador like I am, but she is black. Our life with Emma is defined by fun and happiness, digging holes, tagging and asking for stroking at the fence. I’m nice and well-mannered, when I feel like being these. I only obey, when I see there is no other way. Naturally, some treats can make me do a lot of things.

I can bark. It must be a big deal, because I saw my owner clapping, when she heard my voice for the first time. I was over half a year old, when I first did that. I sound a little bit hoarse, not so orotund like a big dog, but I’m yet growing. When I grow up, I want to be a hound. That’s my plan.

When my owner comes home or leaves her emails to be in the garden, my main aim is to make her happy. She says that the best present is a dog. I’m a present, too. My name means the present of God. So I’ll stay true to that and everybody will receive a lot of love from me. Happy dog, happy owner, happy clients, happy consumers. Communication means having effect on each other. If it depended on me, worldpeace would be established in a week. Maybe I don’t even want to be a hound then…