Is the dog your archetypal symbol?


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“Is the Dog Your Archetypal Symbol?

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Baron von Entenfall or Stups, the Greedy


Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Baron von Entenfall—also known as Stups, the Greedy. From the day I was born, I’ve been very greedy. I was always the one scrambling for the most breast milk.

I love my new family because Becky, my mom, always cooks such delicious food.

“Mmmmmmm, that smells soooooo inviting!”

The aroma of roast meat lures me straight to the dinner table. The saliva gathers in my mouth and drips onto the floor. I leap up on the chair, but at the very last second, Becky catches me and shoves the chair towards the table. Still, I almost manage to snag a piece of roast pork. That’s not so easy for a small poodle.

“Stups, the chair is no place for you to sit.”

I’m disappointed, but I keep standing next to the table. Who knows? Maybe she’ll give me some of that juicy meat and delicious-smelling sauce after all. I follow her into the kitchen. That’s where my dog food is. I know that already. I beg my mom with my most devoted dog eyes: “Please give me some of your food, too.”

“OK, Stups. You’ve melted my heart.”

She puts some noodles and gravy in my bowl. Ecstatic, I clean it all up, including the dog food.

“I’ll be back home soon, Stups. Be a good boy now.” The door closes behind Becky.

That seductive scent has been tempting me for hours, and now it lures me into the kitchen. There must be something really special up on that table. Again and again, I try to leap up onto the tabletop using every bit of strength I have. At one point, I almost make it—and what do I see? A salami stick! That gives me a boost, and on the next try, I grab the end of the sausage and haul it down onto the floor.

“This is gonna be a feast!”

With my head held high, I cart the fragrant sausage into the living room. There, I make myself comfortable under the coffee table. Then I peel off the salami skin with my little front teeth, all nice and neat. Bit by bit and with great gusto, I finish off my spicy prize.

When Becky comes home, she’s surprised to see the leftover skin lying on the living room floor.

“Stups, I don’t believe you did this!”

Why do the Italians make their salami so spicy? For days, all I can do is stand by my water dish.

 Another true short story from my book “Who is the Coach here?” © Anna Roth



Me and That Other Dog

dog and mirror

I’m just getting my toy out of the corner when I’m surprised by a big glass pane. Who is that other dog? And why didn’t I smell him?

He looks at me closely. Then he lunges at me, and we touch each other’s noses.

“Woof, woof! Who are you? … Rrrrrrrrruuufff!”

Startled, I leap back. He barks at the same time I do. I move towards him again—this time, slowly. We touch each other’s paws … but I can’t feel him. I don’t get that. All excited, I jump up and down in front of him. Whenever I bark, he barks. When I lie down, he lies down. Now I’m getting my toy. I don’t believe it! He got his toy, too, and it’s the exact same red doll I have! He takes it in his mouth and shakes his head.

I stand there, flabbergasted. He does, too. We look at each other quietly. Then I run at him and sniff the pane he’s hiding behind.

My owner Bridget is standing in the doorway laughing.

“Gina, that’s you in the mirror!”

I look at her helplessly. Why doesn’t that other dog come out and play with me? I keep leaping around in front of him and wagging my tail. He’s just as curious as me—I know he wants to play. That much I can see.

“Come on, Gina, let’s go for a little walk!” Bridget says and takes the leash out of the closet.

Is that other dog still there, I wonder? I turn and look at the mirror one more time. Somehow the whole thing seems a bit fishy.

 A short story from my book “Who is the Coach here?” © Anna Roth, inspired by the video dog vs. mirror


Kleinchen wishes you a happy month!


Kleinchen from Greece wishes you a happy month! Actually, she is not living in Greece anymore. A women from Rome, Italy fell in love with her and wanted Kleinchen to take with her to Italy. I said “Yes”. Now little baby is accompanying her in her office and watching her every day.

“Kleinchen” is a german cosy name and it means “Little Sweetie”. She wishes you a happy time where ever you are and whatever you are doing. Enjoy your day!

Ancient paw imprints found in Greece

This week, archaeologist found mysterious paw imprints in one the oldest areas in Athens, Greece.


The discovery took place near the famous place “Dexamini”, which served as a water source for the ancient inhabitants, once built by Peisistratos (approx. 550 BC) and rebuilt by the roman emperor Hadrian.

The paw obviously belonged to a middle sized dog. It´s unclear what its intention have been, whether it ran to the ancient water source or was fed by its owner. Also it is not clear whether this paw belonged to a breed or a mongrel.

The research continues, and new information will be updated.

Did you also find ancient paw prints in your area?

Please let us know!