

When we were looking for the perfect family pet, we did a lot of research and carefully considered what would be the best fit for our home and our little girl. After learning about different breeds, we finally came to one clear conclusion—the Bohemian Shepherd was everything we were looking for.
As excited as we were, we couldn't find a Bohemian Shepherd breeder in the United States at that time. That discovery turned our search into a much bigger adventure than we ever expected.
Our journey led us across the ocean to the breed’s homeland in the Czech Republic. Rosie and Rocky are purebred Bohemian Shepherds, where this wonderful breed has a long and proud history. The Bohemian Shepherd is also known as Chodský pes, Chodenhund, or Czech Sheepdog—different names for the same loyal, intelligent, and family-oriented dog.
Finding the right breeder was only the beginning. Communicating across languages (thank goodness for Google Translate!), finding a trusted pet transport company, and organizing every detail—without traveling to the Czech Republic—was both challenging and rewarding. We handled the entire process ourselves, step by step, driven by our love for the breed and our determination to make it happen.
Today, Rosie and Rocky live their best life on a small family farm in the Sunshine State of Florida 🌞🌿. Rosie has a very special bond with our little girl, and both Rosie and Rocky are gentle, patient, and incredibly loving with her. They love playing outside, exploring the farm, and getting plenty of exercise every day.
Rosie and Rocky are more than just pets—they are loyal companions, playful protectors, and beloved members of our family. Their journey from the Czech Republic to our home is a story filled with dedication, love, and perseverance, and we look forward to sharing the full story of their journey very soon.
🐶 Woof! Rosie here! 🐶
While my humans are busy updating my website, I have some exciting news! My boyfriend Rocky (yes… the little nut case 🙈🐕) has a new video coming soon!
My dad will be posting one of Rocky’s videos shortly—trust me, you don’t want to miss it!
Stay tuned and keep those tails wagging 💕
🐾 Woof woof!
Our pawsome journey from Prague to home ✈️🐾
Coming soon!
— Rosie & Rocky ❤️
Tail wags, big adventures & lots of details… stay tuned! ✨
🐶 Rosie here… and I have a BIG secret to tell you! 🐶✨
One day, I was pretending to nap (but really listening 👀), when I heard my dad and mom talking quietly. They were talking about my biological mom and Dad.
Then I heard something amazing.
My biological mom and Dad were Champions 🏆✨
I froze.
My ears went up.
My eyes opened wide.
Champions?!
And then I learned even more.
Not only my biological parents…
but my grandparents and great-grandparents were champions too.
Generation after generation of champions!
Suddenly, everything made sense. My confidence, my personality, my proud walk—it all comes from my family history. I don’t just come from one champion… I come from a champion family.
I tried to act calm on the outside.
But inside, I was jumping with excitement and pride 💕
I am very proud to say this:
I come from champions. 🏆🐾
— Rosie, Proud Member of a Champion Family 💖🐶
🐾 I have a very serious story to share… 🐾
One evening, while pretending to nap (but actually listening 👀), I heard my dad and my human sister whisper the scariest word of all… “vet.”
Needles.
I hate needles.
Absolutely not.
So the next morning, I sprang into action. I quietly sneaked away and hid in the far corner of our property, right where the passion fruit vines grow wild and twist everywhere. I tucked myself in nice and tight, certain no one would ever find me. I was completely hidden. Invisible. A professional escape artist.
But then… disaster struck. 😱
My dad found me anyway.
My cover was blown. My plan had failed. Before I knew it, I was being escorted to the truck, headed straight to the vet. I gave my best dramatic sigh and put on my most pitiful “poor, innocent dog” face.
In the end, I was very brave, survived the needle situation, and lived to tell the tale. And yes… I absolutely deserved extra treats, praise, and cuddles afterward 💕
If there’s one thing everyone in our family knows about Rocky, it’s this—he loves to cuddle. And not just with one person… with everyone.
Dad? Rocky’s there.
Mom? Curled up beside her in record time.
My human sister? Already claimed.
Someone sits down for one second? Rocky appears like magic.
Rocky believes cuddles are a full-time job, and he takes his work very seriously. He leans, snuggles, stretches out, and somehow always manages to take up more space than you’d expect. He gives the best “I’m not moving” looks and the warmest comfort cuddles.
But no matter what time of day or night, Rocky is always on duty.
If he hears even the smallest sound, he switches into high-alert mode in no time. His ears shoot straight up, his body goes still, and he’s instantly ready—prepared to protect if needed. Whether it’s morning, afternoon, or the middle of the night, nothing gets past Rocky.
And when things calm down, he goes right back to his other important job.
Rocky also considers it his personal responsibility to pick up every crumb from the floor under the table. Dropped food? Gone. Tiny crumbs no one else notices? Found. Cleanup crew needed? Rocky is already on duty.
While I (Rosie) handle the drama and adventures, Rocky handles the love, the protection, and the floor maintenance.
He’s our family’s cuddle expert, always-on guard, and crumb inspector—all rolled into one 💕
— Rosie, Reporting on Rocky’s Many Talents 🐾😄
🐾 Woof! Rosie here. 🐾
Let me start by saying this: I knew something was wrong the moment my dad said, “Rosie… come here.”
Shower day.
I could smell it in the air.
Soap. Betrayal. Disaster.
So I did what any intelligent Bohemian Shepherd would do—I ran. Not fast. Not obvious. Just a casual, suspicious walk away like, “Who, me?”
I attempted multiple escape routes. Behind the house. Around the yard. Strategic pauses. I even considered disappearing into thin air. But somehow… my dad always knew where I was. Very suspicious.
Then it happened.
The water turned on. 🚿
The horror.
I tried every trick in the book:
None of it worked.
Soon, I was soaked, shampooed, and looking like a completely different dog. A smaller dog. A very offended dog. I stood there like a statue, questioning all my life choices.
But then… something unexpected happened.
Warm towel.
Good rubs.
Praise.
And just like that, I forgave everyone.
I emerged from the bathroom fluffy, clean, and proud—zooming through the house like a freshly washed rocket 🚀 Because obviously, I had to show everyone how fast I could run now that I was extra clean.
Shower day was traumatic.
But I survived.
And yes… I deserved treats. 🐾💕
🐾 Rosie here… and yes, I have a confession. 🐾
One weekend, I was outside with my human sister and my dad. They were very busy talking about important things—something about planting avocado and Lychee trees, Lots of serious words.
Which meant…
They were distracted. 😏
And that gave me the perfect opportunity to have a little fun.
Then I saw them.
The chickens.
In the backyard.
Walking around like they owned the place.
I decided—very reasonably—that it was time for some excitement.
I ran.
They ran faster.
They cried like it was the end of the world.
🐔 Total chaos.
I managed to catch one and gently pinned her with my paw. She was flapping and screaming, and I just stood there staring at this little screamer, honestly not knowing what to do with her.
I paused for few seconds, thinking very hard:
Now what do I do?
I tried pressing my paw down a little, hoping she would calm down.
She did not.
That’s when I realized something very important.
I could see the trouble coming.
I could feel the trouble coming.
I was definitely… in big trouble.
I froze.
The chicken was screaming.
My human sister was yelling.
My brain stopped working.
And then I heard it.
The big voice.
The serious voice.
The voice that means all fun is officially over.
“ROSIE!”
At that moment, I knew.
This was not playtime.
This was not fun anymore.
This was a very poor life choice.
I slowly backed away, trying to look innocent, like, “I don’t know how this happened. I was just standing here.”
Spoiler alert: Dad did not believe me.
The chicken was rescued.
I was scolded.
And I learned an important lesson that day.
Chickens are not toys.
Dad’s voice is very powerful.
And distraction is my best friend.
— Rosie, Former Chicken Chaser 🐾😅
🐾 Rosie here… and this weekend was DELICIOUS. 🐾
One weekend, my family decided to take a little trip to Starbucks. I hopped into the truck with my mom, dad, and human sister, already knowing something good was about to happen. I could feel it in my paws.
And guess what?
PUP CUP.
MY PUP CUP. 🥰
As soon as we arrived, I sat very nicely in the car (good behavior is important when treats are involved). The smell of coffee filled the air, and then… magic happened.
Whipped cream.
Cold.
Fluffy.
Perfect.
Yummmmm 🤍😋
I enjoyed every single lick while my family laughed and watched me. Honestly, weekends don’t get much better than this—family time, a truck ride, and my favorite Starbucks treat.
Best. Trip. Ever.
🐕 Rocky’s Reaction:
Wait… you went to Starbucks and got a Pup Cup without me?!
I should’ve come too. 😤🐾
— Rosie, Pup Cup Enthusiast 🐾💕
🐾 Rocky here. 🐾
I would like to begin by saying this never should have happened.
Rosie went to Starbucks.
Rosie got a Pup Cup.
And I… stayed home.
Unacceptable.
At first, I tried to act calm.
Mature.
Understanding.
But then Rosie came back smelling like whipped cream and happiness.
I sniffed her face.
I sniffed her whiskers.
I sniffed her breath.
Confirmed.
She had a Pup Cup.
Without me.
That’s when I decided… revenge was necessary.
I followed Dad everywhere. Very closely.
I sat perfectly.
I used my best “I am a good boy who deserves treats” face.
Eventually, Dad said the words I had been waiting for:
“Rocky boy, I will take you tomorrow afternoon to Starbucks.”
This time, I sat nicely in the truck.
I waited patiently.
I watched the window like a professional.
And then…
PUP CUP.
MY PUP CUP. 🥰
Cold.
Fluffy.
Glorious.
I licked slowly.
No rushing.
No sharing.
Just victory.
When I got home…
🐶 Rosie’s reaction:
Wait… HE went to Starbucks?!
Yes, Rosie.
Justice was served.
With whipped cream.
— Rocky, Pup Cup Avenger 🐾😎
🐾 Rosie here… and let me tell you what happened the other day. 🐾
Mommy was busy cooking in the kitchen, and honestly… things got a little wild. My human sister, my dad, and I were all talking, laughing, and playing right there in the kitchen. Noise everywhere. Total chaos.
Mommy finally had enough.
She turned around and said,
“Okay, that’s it. Everyone out of the kitchen.”
And just like that—
we were kicked out into the living room.
Well… almost everyone.
Because suddenly, Rocky turned into an award-winning actor.
He sat perfectly still.
Didn’t make a sound.
Looked at Mommy with those innocent eyes like,
“Oh Mama, I’m such a good boy.”
And guess what?
Rocky got to stay in the kitchen.
Hanging out with Mommy.
Probably looking for crumbs.
We all know how that goes.
The rest of us—Dad, my human sister, and me—were sent to the living room. Dad and my sister sat on the floor and told me I could sit on the rocker recliner. So I jumped right up there.
Then… the teasing started.
“Ohhh Rosieeeee,” they said,
“Look at you sitting on the rocker while we’re on the floor.”
I felt terrible.
I jumped right down to sit with them.
And that’s when I realized…
They were laughing.
They were teasing me!
Oh no.
Not today.
I decided it was revenge time—Rosie style.
I went straight for Dad’s face.
Then my sister’s face.
LICK.
SLOBBER.
SLAP.
AHHHH!
Mission accomplished.
Dad finally said,
“Okay, okay! Rosie, you can get back on the rocker!”
They didn’t want any more kisses.
Lesson learned:
Do. Not. Tease. Rosie.
Meanwhile, the little actor was still in the kitchen with Mommy, pretending to be quiet while secretly scanning the floor for crumbs.
And that, my friends, is how I handled the situation—
Rosie style.
🎥 Click the link below to watch part of it
— Rosie 🐶💛
🐾 Rosie here… and this was one of the scariest evenings of my life. 🐾
It was hurricane season, and one of the big storms was moving towards our area. The outer bands had already reached us. The sky grew dark, the wind began howling, and the rain came down hard. You could feel the storm getting stronger with every passing minute.
And of course…
I needed to go to the bathroom.
My dad grabbed my leash and took me outside, even though the rain had already soaked everything. We stood under our palm tree, hoping it would block at least some of the rain. The wind pushed against us, and the leaves above us shook wildly—like they were scared too.
I quickly finished my bathroom business, ready to run back inside.
That’s when it happened.
A huge gust of wind came out of nowhere—stronger than any before. The rain slammed down sideways, loud and forceful. Suddenly, we heard a deep, terrifying sound.
CRACK.
Not a small crack.
Not a branch snapping.
A giant crack, loud enough to stop everything.
I froze.
My ears shot up.
My heart started pounding.
Dad turned toward the sound just in time to see it.
A huge oak tree—one that had stood strong for years—was falling. It leaned, twisted, and came crashing down toward the power lines.
Time slowed.
The tree slammed into the lines and—
💥 BOOM!
A loud, explosion-like sound echoed through the evening. The wind screamed.
And then…
Everything went black.
The power went out instantly.
No lights.
No sounds from the house.
Only rain.
Only wind.
Only darkness.
Dad grabbed me close, and we ran back inside—soaked and shaking. My paws were wet, my fur was dripping, and my heart was racing… but we were safe.
That evening, I learned something I will never forget.
Storms are powerful.
Nature is strong.
And even the bravest bohemian shepherd dogs can feel scared.
But I also learned something else.
As long as I have my family with me,
I can face even the fiercest storms.
And even during hurricanes…
bathroom breaks can turn into adventures.
— Rosie, Hurricane Survivor 🐾🌪
🐕 Rocky says: “I heard the wind, the rain, AND a leaf move. Guard mode activated. No storm is sneaking past me.”
I learned something really important during this big storm.
Even when a hurricane is not fully here yet, strong winds and heavy rain can still be dangerous. Large trees can fall, and power lines can make loud, scary noises. That’s why it’s best to stay close to family during storms. And listen to the grown ups
If the power goes out, staying calm and together makes a big difference.
My dad was even able to capture this moment on his phone, showing just how powerful the storm really was.
👉 Click the purple link below to watch the storm that made my ears stand straight up!
🐾 Rosie here… and this story happened when I was just a puppy with very big curiosity. 🐾
One day, my human sister and my dad were talking about something called hatching guinea fowl. I had no idea what that meant. I was just a little girl—running around, playing, and listening with my ears tilted sideways, trying very hard to understand.
Then I heard something interesting.
“We need to go to Tractor Supply.”
Ohhh… that place!
I had been there one time before. I knew they had lots of stuff. Very exciting stuff. But this time…
They went without me.
I was not happy about that.
Not. One. Bit.
But it was okay—because I stayed home with Mommy. Mommy gave me lots of pets, cuddles, and treats, so after careful consideration, I decided to forgive everyone.
Later that day, my sister and dad came back home carrying a box.
Now that got my attention.
I followed them very closely—sniffing, watching, supervising. They pulled something out of the box and said,
“Rosie, do you know what this is? It’s called an incubator.”
An incubator?
I stared at it.
I sniffed it.
I had absolutely no idea.
Then they said,
“We’re going to put the guinea eggs in here, and this will help them hatch.”
Hatch?!
“” my dad said. We will have some Guinea keets.”
Okay. Baby birds. Close enough.
I was SO excited.
They placed the eggs inside the incubator. The coolest part was that it had a clear plastic cover, so we could see everything from the outside. Every single day, my sister checked on the eggs—and of course, I checked too… mostly by staring very seriously and offering moral support.
Then one day evening I heard my dad telling my sister, tomorrow is 28th day, and I didn't understand the importance.
Next day morning I heard a
Tap. Tap. Tap.
I froze.
I kept hearing the same sound again and again
And then—
Little chirps.
That’s when it hit me.
“Oh my goodness… we have new members on the farm!”
My human sister started jumping up and down, calling everyone in the house. She was so happy she didn’t know what to do first. She ran over, hugged me tight, and laughed with pure excitement.
I watched them being born—right there, live. I had never seen anything like it in my entire puppy life. I was amazed. Confused. Extremely impressed.
My dad took pictures.
He took videos too.
I’m going to ask him to share them so you can see what I saw.
👉 Click the link below to watch and tell me what you think.
Because trust me…
it was magical.
— Rosie 🐶💛
🐾 Rosie here… and let me tell you about one of my cleverest tricks. 🐾
One day, my human sister, my dad, and I were hanging out in the living room while Mommy and Rocky-boy were busy waking outside. Everything was calm. Peaceful. Perfect.
Then my human sister looked at me and said,
“Rosie, give me your paw.”
Now listen…
I could have given my paw.
But what I really wanted…
was a belly rub.
So I came up with a plan.
I slowly lifted my paw, just a little, like I was about to give it to her. Everyone was watching. They thought they knew what was coming.
And then—
SURPRISE!
Instead of giving my paw, I flopped right onto my side, stretched out all four legs, and presented my belly like,
“Actually… this is what we’re doing now.”
My human sister couldn’t resist. She started rubbing my belly.
Ohhh yes.
Mission accomplished.
It felt amazing… until it got super ticklish.
Before I knew it, my legs were flying everywhere—
kick! wiggle! kick!
I couldn’t stop laughing (on the inside). I tried to get up, and the tickles just kept coming.
So I did the only thing I could do.
I slobbered my sister.
One big lick.
Maybe two.
Okay… a lot.
Tickles stopped immediately.
Everyone burst out laughing. I popped back up like nothing happened.
Belly rub? Achieved.
Tickles? Defeated.
Paw? Never given.
That, my friends, is how you play the game…
Rosie style. 😄🐾
— Rosie 💛
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