Our first dog was a German Shepherd. His name was Caesar. His parents had many tests, and his father was a border guard. Both had dominant, aggressive, and difficult-to-handle traits in their papers. My husband had no experience, and these temperament records meant nothing to him. He chose the most beautiful little bear. Without knowledge and advice from experts, the problem soon manifested. Although Caesar loved his family, he was difficult to handle and aggressive towards everything. This experience deterred us from getting another dog for many years.

One day during a walk, we encountered a young couple who had, as I now know, a Rhodesian Ridgeback with them. He was unleashed, not paying attention to anyone. This encounter influenced us so much that we started looking for puppies. We found a litter without pedigree papers, and soon enough, our home was lively again. Unfortunately, perhaps a bit too lively, as we couldn't take a step without a muzzle. I still argue that Sid, as he was called, came to make us seriously reflect on ourselves, even if only for a short time. We made a lot of mistakes from the very beginning. The first and perhaps the biggest mistake was bringing Sid home on our first and also last visit. The owners took the female away so she wouldn't bite us, claiming she was worried about the puppies. The female's behavior seemed natural to us at the time. Now I know it was a big mistake. Despite all the suffering, I will never forget him. It was very difficult to cope with the silence he left behind.

We still had in mind the young couple with a calm and balanced Ridgeback, asking ourselves many questions about what we had done wrong. We bought books, magazines, and occasionally peeked into Ridgeback breeding stations.

One evening, I came across an ad for a female from the South Moravia breeding station. The female named Dixa was available, but after a really long conversation, the breeder concluded that she wasn't suitable for our start and offered us to wait for her next litter. Dixa was so beautiful that we only briefly considered looking at other breeding stations if this litter didn't work out.

Time passed, and after a year, we finally welcomed our dream female, Enny.

To avoid wasting time, I enrolled us in Janči Bolfová's dog school. Since Enny was still at the breeding station, we had to attend the first class on our own. We must have been a source of amusement for everyone, but we had our dream.

Right from the first moments during walks and in the dog school, Enny amazed us with her behavior. She patiently waited for us, didn't run off (inherited from her mother Ashanti), wanted to learn new things, and was calm and balanced.