Not very quiet ocean
As many already know, I love history very much, and therefore studying the history of the origin of the breed of my Ocean and writing a short excursion on this topic fascinated me so much that I wondered if I should write more about it. But I decided so, and my beloved element decided differently and invited me to walk.
And now, thanks to this walk, I realized that I have a perfect dog and, if you recall my first post, we can say with confidence that the dream came true.
Those who read that post probably remember that when choosing a breed of dog, I was guided by the question "Why do you need a dog"? And the main answer to it was the impression of the story of my friend Katerina and her airedale, who was a real savior in one criminal situation. And here is my answer - I need a dog with which I’m not afraid and who can protect. This should be a big dog with which you can move a lot, take different courses of OKD, ZKS, IPO, PNS and others, but with the possibility of living in an apartment. A dog for which the owner is her life. She should also be admired by passers-by. Well, plus a childhood dream of a shepherd was added. And now I have my Ocean, and this is the implementation of all my “Wishlist” at once. And most importantly, despite the fact that he is still a puppy, he is not afraid! Not really scary!
What happened on this fateful walk, which only confirmed the correctness of my choice? And the story is pretty straightforward.Going up to the dog walking area, I let my puppy off the leash, Ocean scooted headlong, seeing a dog in front, and I walked leisurely after him. Immediately, as luck would have it, a man of about 50 years old passed me by, waving a packet and shouting something, or singing. Ocean, turning to me, noticed all this, and rushed, apparently deciding that something was threatening me. And he began to talk to him on his doggy obscene. The peasant obviously didn’t like this, and he decided to show who was in charge here by pulling out a small knife and starting to swipe at my dog. Ocean was just a bit of a riot, and he began to approach him, attacking. Then I became scared, I quickly went to the puppy to take him on a leash and take him as far as possible. Following came the terrific syllable of speech, well, yes it already was and it doesn’t matter ...
It is important that my puppy was with me, walking with his head held proudly. And I am becoming more and more convinced that with him I will certainly never be scared!