A few weeks before moving to our new house, back when we were still renting our old apartment and we were just starting the house renovations, we were on our way from the city to our homestead. With music roaring in our car, I was slowly driving on the country road that leads to our house. Little did we know our lives were about to be changed. It was early morning and we arrived at the same time with Ionut who was coming over to help us with the renovations. I pull the car over, open the door and as soon as I step out of the car I see this little fellow in front of the main gate.
Greti’s heart melted instantly when she saw the cute little furball. We have been talking for a long while about getting pets as soon as we move to the house. The initial plan was to get two dogs (Ragnar and Freyja) and a cat (Loki). Seconds after seeing the pup myself I knew there would be no way to convince Greti not to adopt the poor fella.We asked the neighbours around us if anyone might’ve lost the little puppy, but none of them knew if he had a master. So we took him inside, fed him and spend most of the Sunday playing with him. Ragnar seemed to have dropped on our doorstep knowing that we as new homesteaders we’ll need a trusty dog.
Taking care of our new puppy
In less than 1 minute we were both calling him Ragnar. I guess in a way that’s how we confirmed to each other that we saw him as our future dog. Needless to say, Ragnar was crazy hungry, so we fed him well (maybe too well) and we brought it back to our apartment. On Monday we took Ragnar to the vet and started his vaccines and all that.If at first, I dreaded the idea of taking my dog outside every single day, I quickly realised that I actually enjoy it. I remember being amazed by how much energy I was having all of a sudden. I enjoyed teaching him tricks and shooting awesomely cute slow motion puppy videos.
Ragnar is now a medium sized 7-month-old amazingly cute dog. He finished all his vaccines and he’s actually bound to be neutered sometime in November. About two months back we switched him to the raw food diet. This did wonders to his fur. It got a lot softer, longer and darker. Ragnar is actually so black I often can’t shoot photos of him, he turns into a dark spot.
He follows us everywhere we go around the homestead and he constantly barks trying to protect the property. Chasing cats that visit our dumpster or birds that land in our yard, even this majestic horse that visited our orchard once.
This past Friday, Greti signed up to foster for an old dog that was found in the city. Ragnar and the foster dog get along fine, with the occasional get-out-of-my-personal-space growl from the old fella. We named him Azorel, but we keep trying new names every once in a while. So far “Tzombi” is the winner name with the most times he instantly reacted to us calling it out.If we don’t manage to find his owner in a few weeks, we put him out for adoption, let us know if you’d be interested to take him. Meanwhile, fall is slowly creeping in and I might’ve gotten a cold, I’ll see if I feel better by tomorrow. Until next time enjoy the photos: