I can talk about different dog topics, from breeds to training to health, longer than most people I know. It's one reason the Internet is such a great place. There's a message board for that. Or Twitter or Facebook, or another blog. I've spent a lot of time on Doberman Talk, and learned quite a lot. Learned enough that I'm able to give some of that knowledge back when new members come aboard.
Each time a new person comes to work, though, all my Elka stories are new again. I get to tell the story about the time Elka dropped a turkey sandwich in the park, because I told her to. I get to tell about all of her tricks, and how smart and loving she is. Makes your teeth rot, right?
We've also had a new-ish friend hanging around lately, and Elka amazes him constantly. One day last week, he made the comment "I didn't know dogs even had concentration until I saw her." We played Find Gumby the other day, just to show off. Well, and to work off some of the cabin fever. According to the calendar, it's spring, but it's lying. April is the cruelest month, but March isn't so kind either just now.
Our newest magical Elka story is this:
My fiancè was chopping garlic in the kitchen. A full clove got nudged enough that it went off the edge of the counter. Elka caught it mid-air, brought it back, and deposited it in his hand.