28/09/2026
I've seen a few posts going around about the new film with a German Shepherd (Odin) in it (and some guy called Brad Pitt), and the worry that people might rush out to buy a pup.
So here's an honest look at a morning with Ziva, my 5-month-old working line GSD. Working lines tend to have the dial turned up, but every GSD pup needs a lot of thought and input.
Some will just express it a little more politely 😉
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5:30am
She needs the toilet. How do I know? She jumped on my head.
I don't use a pen, because she worked out how to climb out at 9 weeks. I don't crate her overnight, because she likes to change her spot, and she sleeps in the room with me. (She's pretty good at not gnawing my flesh at night. That's mostly saved for 6pm onwards.) All the doors are locked, because a few weeks ago she worked out how to open them.
After the toilet trip, I sit in the dark with her on top of me like a hot, hairy blanket, because I refuse to let 5:30 am become the new start to the day.
6:00am
Breakfast goes in her Toppl to slow down her ability to inhale food. It also gives me 30 seconds to freshen up and get dressed without my toes being considered prey.
Then it's into the kitchen. I make a cup of tea, weigh out her dry food to use for training through the day, and chop up some chicken to mix in. We do boundary games at the same time, because underdeveloped impulse control plus insane food drive means she would very much like to help me dissect the chicken on the counter.
7:00am
Food sorted, she's raring to go. We do a 10-minute training session. Then I hide food in the garden one piece at a time, to get her sniffing, slow her down and build some patience.
I leave her out there while I put the dishes away. Apparently the crows on the garage roof are casing the joint, so we need protecting.
7:30am
I bring her in while I tidy. Every cupboard door I open requires inspection, just in case the crows got in.
She's been awake for two hours. Of course she doesn't seem tired, but if I want to survive the day, she needs a nap. (She's actually pretty good at this now. We've worked HARD on that off switch.)
9:00am
Out into the garden. She brings one of my solar lights back in to chew. No idea why that particular one has offended her.
Treat pouch and poo bags ready, we head out for a walk. A delightful nature trail? Nope. We're going round the block. We'll do this several times today, 10 minutes or so each, while she learns to cope with everything a humble housing estate can throw at her: cars, cats, bin men, and people digging weeds out from between the paving slabs. A bonus with doing this is that the lead going on doesn't wind her up, because it doesn't always mean something exciting is about to happen.
She generally walks really nicely. I know she's improving because, even when several cars zoom past in a row, she no longer goes full spring-loaded Zebedee on the end of the lead (apologies to folks too young to remember the delight that was The Magic Roundabout).
Back home, we have a little play in the garden so she gets to move her body after her brain had to work hard.
9:45am
Time to deal with the delicate covering of black fluff on a light beige carpet. She's fine with the vacuum cleaner, because we've worked on that. But uh-oh, fragments of chewed wicker basket have blocked it. To be honest, it was an expected casualty of teething. The rest of the furniture is (so far…) untouched.
Taking the vacuum apart to unblock it is, for some reason, thrilling. Possibly because I'm ignoring her. Either way, I apparently deserve a nip on the bum. It doesn't hurt (now), because her bite inhibition has really come on, but she's made her point. She's either frustrated or overaroused, so I prepare a snuffle mat to occupy her. In the meantime, she somehow manages to fling Tigger into a sink full of soapy water.
And it's only 10:30am…
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Odin is the finished article. Ziva is a work in progress. I love her to bits, and I wouldn't change her. But if the film has you thinking about a German Shepherd, ask yourself whether you want this morning, every morning, for the next year or more. If the answer's yes, do your research, and line up support before your pup comes home (just in case).