Hanna-Rea vom Nibelungenblut

My name is Rea (Entlebucher Mountain Dog). I was born on 19.03.1997 in Germany, but my whole life I've lived in Croatia. My full name is Hanna-Rea vom Nibelungenblut, but everybody calls me Rea. I'm a granny by my age, but I'm still playful and knotty. I like to play a lot, and most of all I like to catch. My owner says that I'm stubborn and I like to sulk but that isn't true, I'm well behaved and very nice. I'm very careful with people and I don't trust everybody.

At home, I always bark to warn my family when I hear someone coming. I’m curious so I always have to know everything, see everything… I like to eat a lot, and most of all take the last bite from the table (that’s the tastiest one). I also like to eat things from the street when we’re out walking, but only if my owner isn’t looking. If she sees me, she gets mad and I don’t understand way.

I live with my owner with whom I spend most of my time and she taught me everything I know. With dad I like to play a lot, but I never listen to him because I know in the end it’s always my way. (He is the only person that has the ability and did lost me, but I was ok in the end, my owner found me.) I listen to Mom every time because I don’t like it when she’s angry. If she is, she won’t look at me for a long time. In the beginning she didn’t want me but now she wouldn’t give me up for anything.
When I was little I was very naughty. I learned fast and knew everything, but just didn’t want to behave. I did a lot of bad things when I was little. Let me tell you one:

It was summer and we were at the seaside when my family decided to go out and leave me at home. Well… If they thought that they would get away with it just like that, they should have thought again… When they left, I first jumped on the table to grab a little bite since I wasn’t going anywhere... Later I got bored, so I found some newspapers for reading, but since I didn’t know how to read, I decided that it would be best if I did a little redecorating in the living room so the family would enjoy it when they got home.

So I started ripping the newspaper into pieces and putting them all around the room so it would look nice. I didn’t understand then and I still don’t understand why they all had angry faces when they got home. I thought it looked so nice, but they weren’t happy.

After the silence they all started yelling and screaming what had I done, bla, bla, bla… but I decided after all that work I would take a nap. So I did, and left them to stay angry since they weren’t happy.

Now that I’m older I’m not as full of energy as I was back then and I stopped redecorating (or they think so) and I still put on a show so they don’t forget who I am. But in spite of my bad behavior once or twice, my owner still loves me a whole lot and I have to admit I love her too, but don’t tell her that, Ok?