BRISKA

The year was 1976. My girlfriend Pia had a sister called Birgitta. She and her boyfriend Kent had bought a black dog from the breeder Gösta that lived in south of Stockholm.


One day asked Birgitta us if we would come with them and visit the breeder Gösta, they wanted to show him their puppy that had become youngster. By coincidence, had Gosta puppies just then (his second litter). The puppies were 8 weeks old and it was two females left in the litter.
Of course both Biritta and Kent thought that we would also buy a black dog. I had not noticed the name of the breed yet.

I and Pia was a little cautious about this because we have not been togheter for so long. During the following week, we talked a lot about the benefits and drawbacks. We finally took the decision to purchase the dog and we called and maked an appointment with Gösta next Saturday.

The big day arrived and we headed for Vagnhärad.
Once we were there and after a cup of coffee, we would choose the puppy.
We went into the puppy room and there were the two remaining puppies in the litter of six totally. I think he said that their name was, Birka and Briska.
The room was divided, so one could stand behind a low wall without being attacked and one of the puppies constantly insisted on our attention. That was Birka 
She was always in the front and said, “Take me, take me”.
Birka did not allow Briska to go to us without clearly show this to Briska at every attempt she made to arrive.

Kind as Briska seemed, she sat almost constantly in the back of the room and peered with their eyes.
Birka was probably a bit too strong (dominant, which Gösta said) for us because we were beginners.
Since we have not had any experience with dogs“that my mother had had Collie when I was little, were not countable” we relied on Gösta and decided to by the Little puppie that was sitting at the back of the room.

We wrote some papers, paid 1500 SEK (today one would have to add a zero if you would have one dobermann) and stowed ourselves into my Bahamayellow VCC-62 (color had Picko Troberg brought from the United States) and headed towards Sollentuna.

We lived in apartment in 6th floor, and at the end of the walkway (beyond the family from Armenia who always had his kitchen window open and it always smelled damn food when went home).
Anyway so I locked up the front door dropped Briska on the hall floor, then something happens that makes Pia and I probably look like bird feeders in the face and just standing staring at each other.
The puppy who was sitting in the back of the puppy room and sat quietly in the lap of Pia throughout the trip home was like a toy as you pull up with a key.
She left the hall in high speed and ran straight through the livingroom and disappeared 90 degrees left into the bedroom.One would have thought that she had always lived in the bedroom. After a number of seconds, that was like forever, she come back but now she had my T-shirt in the mouth and she tried to kill it 

The following monday I went to the library and borrowed a dog book with all the world’s races. When I found the picture that corresponded to the images that Gosta had sent with the parents, I realized that now I have probably taken water over my head The rest is history.

One question?
How many of you had bought a Briska and not a Birka.
Had this happened today, I had obviously taken Birka.

Briska v Helle Graf Stamm became the Briska’s kennels by far the most qualified offspring, if this was me or Briska must we leave unsaid.

Thank you !!
Gösta Eklund for letting me buy Briska.

That is the story of the start of Briska’s Kennel that not is only the greatest Swedish dobermann kennel. That is the World famous Dobermann Kennel