I was in Georgetown, Colorado recently to celebrate the coming holiday season and a really nice human lady said I don’t look real…that maybe I’m a Muppet character! I’m a true Komondor, though I understand the confusion. My coat naturally forms long cords, which to the untrained eye reads as “friendly shag creature who sings with a banjo.” When I bounce down the hallway, my cords swish like a curtain call, and children applaud. Sometimes a neighbor peers behind my fringes to locate my eyes, as if a puppeteer might be hiding there. Sorry, no strings attached—just premium fluff.
I do have stage presence. My trot has a certain backstage/rockstar swagger, and my silhouette is pure puppet-star: big, textured, and oddly aerodynamic. On windy days, I look like a runaway set piece. On bath days, I resemble an artisanal mop with opinions. And yet, beneath the dramatic wardrobe, I’m all working dog: a guardian, thoughtful and calm, with a radar for my people and a heart the size of a soundstage.
If you’re still unsure, here’s the test: offer me a script or a snack. I will always choose the snack. Then I’ll lean into your legs, cords tickling, and you’ll realize I’m not made of felt—I’m made of love, gravity, and very photogenic hair.