Swedish Norrlandish English French and Dog

Daily writing prompt
Which languages do you speak and how did that impact your life?

The focus of this blog is Leonberger dogs but sometimes I write about other things, for example, about myself. This time I am responding to the daily Writing prompt “Which languages do you speak and how did that impact your life?”.

Swedish or Norrlandish

My native language is Swedish because that is where I was born and grew up. Since I lived in northern Sweden, I speak Swedish in a dialect referred to as Norrlandish. I was told by a Dutch linguist that Norrlandish is different enough from main Swedish that Norrlandish could be considered its own language, especially in the region where I grew up where the Norrlandish dialects are especially distinct. He was very familiar with the local variants of my dialect, which I found to be amazing. I was also amazed by the fact that he spoke so many languages. If I don’t remember incorrectly this linguist claimed that he spoke 30 languages.

Swedish flag on blue sky with white clouds. 6 June. Flag. Celebration Holiday National Day Festive.
Flag of Sweden in sunny rays high on the flagpole. Shutterstock asset id: 2344367957 by GenOMart.

Anyway, languages evolve, including Swedish. Things like Television, local travel, etc., tend to dilute and evolve dialects. However, I’ve been in the US for a few decades, and I’ve lived in Texas for 25+ years, which means that the way I speak Norrlandish has not evolved much, which has led to some interesting situations.

For example, once when I was shopping at a local grocery store in northern Sweden the cashier told me, “It is so nice to hear someone who still speaks the old way”. She was curious about how I had managed to keep the old dialect, and she asked me where I was living. Maybe she expected me to live in a cabin deep in the forest without a TV or radio. It was obvious from her reaction that she did not expect “I live in Dallas, Texas”.

Now I speak American or as some call it English

An American flag on the background of a blue sky.
The flag of the United States of America Shutterstock asset id: 2566207745 by Ashley Grise.

One of the languages I studied back in school was English. The other was German. My parents did not speak any English, well, at first. However, my dad took English classes as an adult and was able to get by. My guess is that when I was done with school, I spoke English at the B1 level, possibly B2 level, according to the Common European Framework of Reference for Languages, which rates your language skills in any language from A1 to C2 (A1 is beginner, then comes, A2, B1, B2, C1, C2, C2 is like a native speaker).

B1 means that you can participate in a conversation with some difficulty, understand a newspaper article that does not have difficult language, write a short essay on any unexpected topic using multiple tenses, and understand a radio newscast that is not too fast.

In 1987 I was sent to Case Western Reserve University by my University, Uppsala University, Sweden, as a university level exchange student for one year. I was studying electrical engineering and physics. During that year I met my wife and after living in both the US and Sweden we ended up staying in the US. I had some difficulties with my English at first but with respect to learning a different language nothing beats being embedded in the language and I soon spoke and understood English I think pretty well. The type of English that we had studied in Swedish school was British English, but now the English that I absorbed was American English. Thereof the tongue in cheek of the title of this section.

I view being fluent in the main language of the country you live in to be of high importance. I have no problem understanding, speaking, reading or writing in English. However, it is very difficult to lose your accent when you have learned a new language as an adult. Just think of Arnold Schwarzenegger. Children can do it more easily. They say that the cut-off age is 12 years old. It is quite uncommon for people who are not fluent in at least two or more different languages to grasp this. On several occasions people have expressed their surprise over the fact that I still have an accent. Sorry the accent stays, and it is not my choice. You can read a related post “Accents are very difficult to lose” over at my second blog.

Another second language fact that you will find in that post is that Spanish has 74 million non-native speakers in the world, making it number eight with respect to the number of non-native speakers (second language). Oh, you thought it was the most popular second language in the world after English? Well, that is a common misconception here in the US due to the closeness to Latin America. I have often come across people who do not consider me bilingual just because I don’t speak Spanish. There are thousands, actually millions, of ways of being bilingual.

Now I am learning French

French flag against blue sky
Flag of France. Shutterstock asset id: 2457252007 by Kyrylash Stanislav.

My wife has a sister in France and her parents speak French. When she decided to improve her French by taking French lessons for adults, I joined in with her. I don’t know if it is because of age, or because I am not putting in enough time into it, but it is going slow. However, I did pass the French B1 exam, which means I can participate in a conversation with some difficulty, understand a radio broadcast if they don’t speak fast, read a newspaper, and write short essays in French. However, I don’t think I can become fluent in French unless I somehow stay in France, or another French speaking country for some time.

So far, my experience in French has not been of very high importance to me. However, it is a hobby, it is something interesting that my wife and I can do together, and French speakers cannot speak behind my back without me knowing.

Speaking Dog

Big brown Leonberger dog standing on our red leather sofa stretching forward to give me a hug.
My Leonberger dog Bronco is giving me a hug.
Our yellow Lab Baylor is sitting on the left. Our brown-black German Shepherd Baby is sitting on the right.
Our Labrador Baylor and German Shepherd Baby. They were both rescues.
Ryu and Daisy are sitting inside a red suitcase looking defiant.
Our Japanese Chin Ryu and Pug Daisy staging a protest against us travelling.
Our mini-Australian Shepherd puppy Rollo is playing with an orange volleyball on the green grass.
Our mini-Australian Shepherd puppy Rollo playing with an orange ball.
The photo shows a dark brown/black and white mini-Australian Shepherd biting a Leonberger dog’s tail in the living room.
Our mini Australian Shepherd is harassing our Leonberger dog Bronco and biting his tail. Bronco was very patient with him.

Dogs don’t speak human languages, but they can understand many words and react to them. Some dogs such as our mini-Australian Shepherd Rollo understand several hundreds of words. If you tell him, “Rollo go look out the window”, he goes and looks out the window. If you tell him, “We are going to Jack and Etty”, he starts screaming happily and running around in circles, because he knows he will get snacks there. If you say “bribe” he comes running expecting a handout, just like a politician. I could go on.

Dogs don’t speak with words, but they express themselves through body language and different kinds of barks, and if you pay attention, they can tell you a lot. For example, when Rollo lays down on his side and lets out one loud bark, he wants a belly rub. When it is 4PM and he starts staring at me, he wants dinner. When I am sitting in the sofa and he scratches my leg with his paw, it means, “move over so I can sit in the sofa”. So, you could say I also speak Dog. Sometimes people call me the dog whisperer, which I like to hear. Well, except for the sarcastic tone.

Dogs Are Family

Esther’s writing prompt: December 24th: Family

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With this post I wanted to remind everyone that dogs are family, and we should not forget that during the holidays, you should give them extra cuddles and some presents and let them participate in the festivities if possible.

Our Latest Trip to Baltimore

First, I wanted to say a few words about the latest addition to our family, our first grandson Jack. Our oldest son Jacob and his wife Ashley live in Baltimore, Maryland, and their son Jack is three months old. We’ve visited him a few times since his birth and these pictures are from our latest visit about a week ago. Jack is a healthy and happy baby who does a lot of cooing. See the photos below and the short video.

A photo of a three months old baby sitting in the corner of a sofa.
Jack in the sofa. Three months old.
A photo of the three of us sitting in the sofa. Baby Jack is sitting on the right. He is wearing a Pajamas.
My wife Claudia is on the left, I am in the middle and Jack is on the right.

Our Dogs Are Family

I did not grow up with dogs, and I was not even particularly fond of them, and then when we got our first family dog, the yellow Labrador Baylor, I really got to know and love dogs, and it changed my life. Now, I think I love dogs more than people. Well, at least I have learned that dogs are wonderful people. They always come with us to gatherings whenever possible and they got along very well. Our latest dog Rollo loved his sister Daisy and his big brother Bronco but he has a hard time tolerating any other dogs.

My wife, opening the trunk of our red van as Baylor, our Labrador is preparing to jump.
My wife Claudia and our first family dog the Labrador Baylor. This was back in the day. Our niece gave us Baylor because she was going to college. In turn she had gotten him from a shelter. He was a mix, one quarter Rhodesian Ridgeback and three quarters Yellow Labrador. He was able to jump up into the trunk of our van. Baylor was my first dog (not my wife’s first dog), and he taught me a lot about being a dog parent.
The photo shows a yellow labrador swimming in the middle of an Olympic sized pool.
Our Labrador Baylor is swimming in Claudia’s parents pool. He loved swimming, and he loved that pool and swam in it a lot.
A dark brown and black German Shepherd walking around in a dog park.
Our German Shepherd Baby at the dog park.
Two dogs looking into the camera. An old yellow Labrador on the left and the dark brown and black German Shepherd on the right.
Our Labrador Baylor and our German Shepherd Baby. Baylor was older in this picture. We had just gotten our Leonberger Bronco.
The photo shows a Leonberger puppy wearing a red scarf. He is looking into the camera.
This is our Leonberger Bronco (Le Bronco von der Löwenhöhle) at three months old.
Three dogs sitting on the floor, a Leonberger, a Japanese Chin and a Pug.
Our Leonberger Bronco (Le Bronco von der Löwenhöhle), our Japanese Chin Ryu, and our Pug Daisy in the front right.
Three dogs running. On the left and unknown dog, in the middle a yellow Lab and on the right a Japanese Chin.
At the White Rock Lake dog park. Baylor our Labrador in the middle. He was old in this photo. Our Japanese Chin Ryu on the right.
The photo shows a Pug in the front left and a black and white Japanese Chin in the back to the right.
Our Pug Daisy and our Japanese Chin Ryu.
Our Japanese Chin Ryu is licking our beige pug Daisy’s ear. She is sitting in front of a vent.
Our Pug Daisy often sat in front of vents when she was cold. Daisy and our Japanese Chin Ryu were very close, like a couple. Daisy was obviously grieving when Ryu died, from cancer a bit early at only ten years old. Bronco was grieving as well.
Daisy our beige pug is lying over the back of our beige leather sofa.
Daisy is exhausted after doing nothing for a whole day.
The photos show a cage containing two dogs, a black and white mini-Australian Shepherd and an English Bulldog.
In December of 2018 we picked up our mini-Australian Shepherd Rollo. His friend was an English Bulldog.
The photo shows a mini-Australian Shepherd puppy on the floor and behind him is our big Leonberger Bronco.
Our Leonberger Bronco is welcoming Rollo.
The photo shows a young mini-Australian Shepherd puppy and beige pug on a black spotted blanket.
Our pug Daisy and Rollo are saying hello.
The photo shows a dark brown and white mini-Australian Shepherd puppy sitting on a beige tile floor.
Our mini-Australian Shepherd puppy Rollo at 3 months old.
The photos show a mini-Australian Shepherd puppy play fully lying on his side in front of our Leonberger Bronco.
Our mini-Australian Shepherd puppy Rollo and our Leonberger Bronco.
The photo shows a mini-Australian Shepherd standing on a chair and having his front paws on the table.
Our mini-Australian Shepherd Rollo at the table on his seventh birthday. This is a more recent picture, from October of this year.

My Other Responses to Esther’s Prompts

Happy Holidays Everyone

Spontaneous Dog Fights Caused by Off Leash Dogs

Leash laws – Unless your pet is in a designated off-leash area, he or she has to be on a lead at all times. That’s the law in Dallas, Texas and in many other places. Dogs must be on a leash when outside except for, for example, dog parks. It doesn’t matter how good and obedient the owner thinks his dog is, it does not matter if the owner thinks he’s got perfect control over his dog. It is the law for a reason. Accidents happen, of course, and our dogs escaped on a few occasions. However, we all need to make an effort.

In my Leonberger book “The Life and Times of Le Bronco von der Löwenhöhle” I describe three dog fights resulting from off leash dogs, but we experienced many more, dozens, and it is ugly.

Our Leonberger Bronco (Le Bronco von der Löwenhöhle) grew up with several dogs, one of them being our Pug Daisy, which we still have. Bronco and Daisy were good friends and on one occasion Bronco saved Daisy from an attacking lose German Shepherd. We’ve owned a very well-behaved German Shepherd, our Baby, they are good dogs, but this one was young and aggressive.

Our Pug Daisy (left) with our Leonberger Bronco (right). Small dog and big dog.
Our Pug Daisy with our Leonberger Bronco

Bronco stepped in between the German Shepherd and Daisy and got bitten in the leg in the process. Leonbergers are about double as strong as German Shepherds and almost double as massive and they have more powerful jaws. However, Bronco was old and had just had surgery in the leg in which he was bit, so it was certainly a sacrifice on his part. I was mad and I ran after the German Shepherd and tried kicking him and between mine and Bronco’s efforts he ran off. I cursed at the owner of the German Shepherd for letting him run lose in a public space. Maybe I shouldn’t have, but in the end Daisy, our innocent sweet Pug, was alive. What a day that was.

This is a photo of Daisy (sitting on furniture) that I took a few minutes ago. She is alive today, thanks to Bronco and she is 14 ½ years old.
Photo of Daisy that I took a few minutes ago. She is alive today, thanks to Bronco. She is 14 ½ years old.
Photo of Bronco our Leonberger and our saint standing on the lawn surrounded by sunrays. He saved Daisy.
Bronco our saint who saved Daisy.

Another spontaneous dogfight happened before we got Bronco, when two dogs attacked our Labrador Baylor, who later would welcome Bronco into the family.

Close up photo of Baylor our sweet Labrador.
Baylor our sweet Labrador. He was a rescue.

Baylor was a sweet dog but could defend himself when he needed to. One time, as he and I were walking down a long straight road in the neighborhood, I turned around and saw two dogs running out of an alleyway around half a mile behind us. Right behind them came a woman, and she was running as well. The dogs were racing toward us and barking, and the woman behind the dogs was screaming at them. It was obvious that they had snuck out of a house and were ignoring their owner. For a moment I thought that maybe we should be running as well, but I decided against it. I would not be able to outrun the dogs, even though Baylor could, and letting him loose would be a bad idea. I decided to keep calm and continue walking.

A few seconds later I turned around to look again. The dogs were coming closer. I could see their glistening teeth and their faces full of rage as they charged toward us. The woman behind them was going as fast as she could, but she couldn’t keep up. Both dogs were around the size of Baylor. One of them looked like a pit bull, and the other looked like a golden retriever. I braced for the worst, and Baylor and I positioned ourselves for a fight.

Then the dog who looked like a golden retriever stopped and sat down. He seemed to be less aggressive. But the pit bull came right at us as if he wanted to kill us. There was a violent clash. Baylor fought back valiantly, and he was able to control the situation, despite being on a leash. (Well, I gave him all the leeway I could.) There were loud growls and snarls and sharp white teeth snapping and biting.

The woman finally arrived. Her face was red, and she was sweating profusely. It didn’t look like she was in good shape, and she had just sprinted half a mile without stopping. Breathing heavily, she grabbed her aggressive dog and apologized. I didn’t respond, even though I felt sorry for her. I knew the whole thing was probably an accident, but after that experience I couldn’t spare much sympathy for her. Luckily, there were no serious injuries.

After it was all over, I felt proud of Baylor for defending himself so well. He was a lot stronger and feistier than I expected, yet he was a very friendly and loving Labrador. If you want to read about the time when our German Shepherd Baby defended Bronco when he was a puppy, click here.