I’m a little late on this post, since we got her in June and she’s pretty much a full grown dog by now, but better late than never I suppose.
So this is Seiglinde. Pronounced Zig-Lin-Deh.
I call her Linde (Lindy) for short. My mom and I spent the entire hour and a half ride up and back from the breeder’s arguing about her name. Ultimately Mom won, since she’s her dog not mine.
Seiglinde is Brunhilde’s half sister. They share a poodle father. They are both also characters in a Wagner opera – one of the Ring cycle shows. I don’t know which one. I never cared for Wager. I was always more of a Puccini girl, myself.
But anyway, the characters are half sisters too, so there you go.
So, this is Linde.
And Linde? Linde is an asshole.
While Hilde had a rough introduction into our lives, what made it rough was entirely outside of her control. No puppy is going to be perfectly perfect when trapped in a cast for two weeks. She was strong willed and resilient, indeed – but once the cast came off, the stubborn streak went away. And even with it on, she was sweet and learned super quickly and willingly.
Hilde had (and still has) a need to please. She likes making us happy. She likes being given tasks. In fact, she trained so easily and so quickly we thought that there might be something wrong with her at first. No puppy is this obliging. It must be too good to be true.
It wasn’t. Hilde is just awesome. She lives to serve. Probably would have made a great service dog if we weren’t too busy spoiling the living bejeezus out of her.
Lindy, on the other hand?
Yea, she’s just as strong willed and resilient as her sister… but in very different ways.
Hilde needs to please. Linde, on the other hand… need to BE pleased.
She is stubborn, and strong willed, and when she decides she wants something, by golly she’s going to have it. She barks incessantly, she picks fights with her sister, she plays way too rough, and she has taken FOREVER to train by our standards. Simply put, she is a demanding dog.
But she is also hilarious, sweet, and a barrel of fun.
And most importantly, we love her. And I’m pretty sure she loves us too.
As long as we surrender our seats to her, anyway.