Life goes on and my mother met my lovely sheath-father Allan, who was sincerely afraid of dogs. Even then he thought we needed a guard-dog because we were living by a main road and often were visited by drifters. Then Nellie came, a wonderful, well trained and lovely German Shepherd who ended in a chain at the main yard, if I didn't walk her witch I did often. Its a sad life for a dog and thanks to my mother for stopping it. Nellie moved again, and this time she became patrol-dog at the harbour of Århus. we moved to another farm and there were absolutely no expectations for a new family dog.

I also changed school, and in the new Hårup school I got a new best girlfriend, Lene. (look at her homepage at; http://www.americanakitas.nl/ ) Our friendship were at that time mostly based at our common interest for horses and riding but her father were then responsible for the rescue dogs in Århus as I am today, and they got some wonderful German shepherds. His name was Erik Lykke Johansen. Every week he brought all of us children whit him to the training of rescue dogs/SAR K9 as the persons the dogs had to find. Lenes home became my second home when my mother became sick and later died.

Unfortnuablie I lost contact whit them in de hard years following, and it wasn't before I moved for Haurum in 1985 I were ready to get a dog - and of course it had to be a German shepherd. Viggo, owner of the stable were my horses were living, phoned me one day 1 week after moving for Haurum. I've bought a dog for you, a farm had to have a dog, he said. It was Sisse, a puppy of unknown parents and breed. She was black, had a nice white breast, white feet and were very dirty of some sort of oil. When she grow older she got a tough beard and became size of Labrador retriever. I think she was a mix of Labrador and a German hunting dog.

After Sisse came Bomuld (cotton), a dog witch I took care of 1 month for some people I didn't know, and after they send him for .......... Bomuld, I tried to change his name to Buster without success, were a fine mix, looked like a Leonberger and same size. I think he was at the age of 7-10 months, very thin and ever starbing even after several years of good feeding.

Bomuld never learned how to walk obedience, but he could bark so the windows nearly fell out, he could dance at 2 legs and when he liked food his mouth water was dripping to the floor. Every vinter he happily pulled the sledge for my son, but in the summertime he didn't like to walk too far - except if there were a female in heat. He ended being castrated, because he was always running for some females size 5 kilos living by old ladies....Bomule thought himself he was a small dog, but the old ladies always  gave him food before calling med, because he was always hungry :o)

Sisses mission in life was serving me, she was wonderful to train with. Bomulds mission in life was herding the chickens. If I couldn't find him, I just had to look for the chickens - in the middle of them I would find Bomuld looking after them.  Now chickens aren't controllable, but if they went outside the ground, he just turned them around and they walked right back again. It was a bit confusing for Bomuld when one of my neighbours got the same type of chickens, called "red Americans" - lots of times Bomuld brought me a wet and scared chicken witch Bomuld picked up from my neighbour. It were never hurt, only chocked so always I brought it back to my neighbour Arne witch was laughing of my dogs herding instincts.

When my son Martin was growing older, it was time for me to start training rescue dogs/SAR K9 myself. I've read about the old Danish breed Broholmer, and were a member of the community working for reconstruction of the breed, where I also were at the waiting list for a puppy. My good friend Lene heard there were a breed of puppies in North Jutland, after parents witch wasn't registrated in the community, and there for out of the rules for the waiting-list. I immediately called them and after lots of lots of phone-talks I was accepted to buy a puppy.

It became Freja, a wonderful black female which was simply "one of a kind", she was fantastic, did every exercise perfectly....each time! She never mistake in her searching even once, never lost a track or even had a bad day. 1½ year later Selta were having puppies whit Khan again, and this time the breeders called me themselves and asked if I would like one more. Then Røskva moved into the house in Haurum.

The 2 broholmer-females, which was born the same place, after the same parents was like day and night. Freja makes perfectionism and Røskva make terrorism. Røskva was always busy, she thought she could run in every smell and didn't hear my commands because she knew better! She was really a big experience training, and luckily she lost a bit of the energy when she grow older, and she became easier to conduct. Freja only became 7 years old, got a inflammation in uterus wich accelerated so quickly that there were no hope when we got to the vegetarians. Even today I miss her so much I could cry when I'm writing this.