On the evening of 19 April we were sitting by the hearth. For once everyone was there. It was the same as usual. Hitler talked at length about his beloved Blondi. She was allowed to join the company, and as a dog lover myself I was really delighted to see how clever she was. Hitler played all kinds of little games with her. He got her to beg, and ‘be a schoolgirl’, which meant getting up on her hind legs and putting both front paws on the arm of Hitler’s chair, like a good school pupil. Her best turn was singing. Hitler would tell her, in his kindest, most coaxing voice, ‘sing Blondi!’ and then he struck up a long drawn-out howl himself. She joined in the high notes, and the more Hitler praised her the louder she sang. Sometimes her voice rose too high, and then Hitler said, ‘Sing lower, Blondi, sing like Zara Leander!’ Then she gave a long, low howl like the wolf who was certainly among her ancestors. She was given three little pieces of cake every evening, and when Hitler raised three fingers of his hand she knew at once that she was about to get her evening treat.
- Hitler’s Last Secretary, Traudl Junge, p.92