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And Busis lived in Värmland. And I was getting experience in the cowhouse where Busis was born and lived together
with her mother and 70 cows. It was in thes summer of 1962 and I had never heard of Swedish Vallhunds. 

 

I fell in love with Busis and asked if I could buy her. The farm foreman who owned Cora and Busis had kept her to
continue when her mother was too old so he told me no. But he made a serious mistake - one day he thought that
Busis could stay in the coyhouse when we went out with the cows. He put a collar on her, firts time!, and tied her to
the wall at the dogs place. When we got back he let her loose but she didn't come close to him any more! He changed
his mind and Busis went home together with me. She hated to in a leash for a very long time, but I almost never
needed one either. I lived in Stockholm at the time and she learned never to cross a kerb without permission. And
when I told her to "go here" she kept within ½ meter from me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                  In this picture Busis is 10 years (she got close to 16 years). 
                                                  She has grown grey in her face, but she wasn't as bright in front as she looks -
                                                  flashes distort colours.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Busis was slender i build - even more so than Tuva - but her colours and fur reminds of Tuva's.
That was part of why I fell immediately for Tuva, even though I had made up my mind to think about whether I
wanted to buy a bitch of nearly one year or I should wait for a pup. Busis was very amiable and that made people,
who normally didn't like dogs, love her.

 

 

Busis' father was Hedetorpets Pajas and her mother was Rödagårdens Cora. In 1964 she got three puppies together
with a dog called Valdemar. They were two white ones (Bianca and Linlugg) and a grey one (Bråkis).

 

 

Cora lived in the cowhouse, but Olaus (the farm foreman) told me that once Cora left in in the middle of the night
to start barkin glike mad outside his window. He told her to go back and sleep but she didn't care. OK, he thought,
maybe she can't get back inside, I'll have to let her in. He got up, dressed and went out to open the door to the cow-
house for her. She was still not happy. No matter what he said she made him get into the cowhouse. She led the way
to one cow that had lied down to calve. But - she was lying with her tail against a pillar so the calf couldn't get out.
As Cora was a Swedish Vallhund she realized the problem and told her master to came and help the cow.
Thanks to Cora there was a happy end and both the farm foreman and me got a great deal of respect for the mind
of Swedish Vallhunds.