He's fur-fluffy, not fat!
Took the dogs for a walk in the park Sunday morning after picking up lattes. Kurt & Co. will be closed for the following two weeks to renovate, so we will have to find another drug dealer.
The park is still closed & entrances are blocked as there is over 2-3 foot of snow everywhere. However, the open area around the RC plane runway is very clear as the sun has been able to melt most of the snow. We parked the truck on the side of the road, and proceeded to leash up the 3 dogs. We noticed that Bravo has outgrown his last harness.
Isabelle started smelling the park as soon as we turned down past the roundabout. She was so excited. Even hubby and I were happy to get out in the fresh air for exercise again. The temps were high and not much cold air blowing. About 40F degrees. Spring is around the corner.
Damn string eater!
During our walk, Bravo had to poop. G-ross. But when the poop came out, it was being held onto his butt by a string. I had to bravely bend over to pull the rest of the string out - but it broke off! Even G-ross-er! Thoroughly washed his butt when we got back to the truck as he had hanging dingleberries and washed my hands too!
Show him who's boss!
We came home after a brisk walk to contact the breeders in town. Made arrangments to meet with them at 1:30. Greg stirred the turkey breast he has in the crock pot. Yummy. I can't wait until it is done.
The dogs ran in the woods (how they had any energy after that walk. . .) and while romping through the woods, Harriet t-boned Bravo. Big time. He went rolling in the snow and came in throughly soaked!
Up the down staircase.
It was a big RED letter day as Isabelle (quite a big dog, remember?) turned around in mid-staircase. Mostly because Harriet was blocking her way, but it was still quite an accomplishment.
Operation B-Minus begins.
We went to pick up the body-double in CDA in the early afternoon. She is just so darned adorable. I don't think that the kid will notice that 1.It's not Bravo 2.The dog is a different sex 3. The bark is completely different. 4. The dog is a different breed altogether.
Hubby said that we can purchase a voice-modulator to mimic Bravo's bark.
Isn't she adorable?
Yes. She is a Saint Bernard.
Yes. She has a boy's name. Blame the husband.
Yes. She is named after Angus Young of AC/DC.
Yes. At some point in her life, she will be wearing a miniature keg.
Yes. She's kinda clumsy and falls down over her own big feet. Huge feet. Enormous feet.
Did I say she was going to get big?
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