Johnny

There is this old Greek song, Johnny the dog cather.

This is what we sing to him, the lyrics are something like this: "I am Johny the dog cather, haiho haiho, I have slaughtered all my friends, haiho haiho"

And just as the rhythmic gait goes, so do his heavy and fat legs. He's walking like dude, with a serious look on his face, and a I don't take much attitide.

He's a serious and mature puppy, and even when he's playing, it's like he's trying to do you a favor because you know he's a puppy and you're waiting to see him do something puppy too, brother.

He plays and has the style of "anyway, let's do this too until I grow up". His style when he walks slowly and bored is as if he went to the café and they didn't treat him to ouzo, they didn't give him wine (also lyrics from the song) and now he is upset.

In the midst of all this, he is AND tender at the same time. He comes with this style and he sits and you caress him, and he throws his weight on you and charms you because you think "wow look, Johnny the heavy, he has this sensitive side that he showed today only to me". Okay, no matter how much we write never ends.

Johnny is a baby, but he's a mature baby. We haven't seen a more mature puppy. You can see from now on this something that has a sheepdog, made to sit serious and fill the space with its presence. Only his presence is enough.

He goes for a walk - he went from the first day we passed him on a leash as if he knew, he goes to the toilet for a walk as if it is self-evident that this is what he would do, he can also play with games but usually from a sitting position because he is bored, and when you put him on a bed he lies down and sleeps and that's it.

We have not heard his voice once. He never whined like a puppy, he didn't do stupid things and he still doesn't. It may also be an ideal puppy for someone who is afraid of the work puppies need and has neither the experience nor the appetite to deal with the craziness of this age.