Europe plundering Vikings, the muddy yards of pig farms in the Bavarian highlands and the Grand Duke of Weimar have all contributed to an eclectic array of canines pawing the broken bottle confetti strewn streets of Berlin.
Boxer, Rottweiller, German Shepherd, Great Dane, Weimaraner, Doberman, Leonberger, Poodle (dubious, it HAS to be French), Schnauser, Pinscher, even the Hot Dog - all Germanic inventions. The mongrels here are equally impressive. I’m partial to the fact that with many you can distinguish a Leonberger as their long lost, great grandfather - it’s just detectable, like Ben Stiller’s Jewish ancestry.
Below you can find some of the aforementioned and additionally some dogs that have caught my eye during my time in the city so far. All these were captured on the somewhat inept - almost souvenir like rarity of Apple stepping a foot wrong - IPhone camera.
A Dulux dog at the Brewbaker micro-brewery. Which is perfectly located just over the river Spree, a short walk - that includes the Bear bridge - from my offices
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