Likes: HOT DOGS. Snoogling. Other puppies. Wrassling. Raw bones.
Pet-Peeves: Bully sticks that won't sit still while being chewed on. People who don't say hello to him right away. Being ignored.
Favorite Toy: The green stuffie dog his auntie Kandace gave him.
Favorite Food: Nature's Variety Salmon & raw chicken.
Favorite Walk: Down the hallway to the dog door, underfoot of his sisters. And 'round and 'round and 'round Creekmore.
Best Tricks: Barking, sleeping in his crate for 10 hours at night (!!), sit and down. Growing like a weed. Keeping his ponytail in.
Arrival Story: I have anxiously awaited the chance to own a Briard for years now. In January, when I found out that my breeder of choice, Celebra Briards, was expecting babies, I emailed them right away. I put in for one and now he's home with me! The experience was amazing - first time I've had the honor of knowing a breeder so dedicated to her babies. We had a puppy seminar and she sent me home armed with a fabulous dog, great knowledge, and comfortable in the support and friendship I would receive through the life of my boy and beyond. Amazing.
Charlemagne? Really?: Yes! Really! Like my namesake, who believed himself to be Charlemagne reincarnated, my daddy's name is V Charlemange de Bejaune. Mom thought it was an amazing coincidence, since I was pretty much named long before she ever knew who my daddy was.
What is a briard?: Oh, man. It's a french herding breed, and mom sometimes gets sick of answering that question. BOL!
Yesterday we went to all lots of places. Firsted she took me to Atwoods where I discovered RABBITS. Did you kknow that rabbits RUN? I stood there arnd watched the rabbits for for-EVAR. Mom had to drag me away because I wanted to jump into the rabbit pen! RABBITS. I LOVE RABBITS!
Then we went to Home Depot. I am on first name basis with most of the ladies and gentlemen at Home Depot, they totally recognize royalty when they see it. By the time we were done at Home Depot I was a tired puppy but mom took me to a place called Shopping Mania where I scared a cat named Garfield. Did you know cats can fly? Right up off the ground like 10 million feet in the air. I jumped back, but not because I was scared. Heck no, I just had to give him room to make a graceful landing.
After that I passed out in the car because it was hot.
Today after brushing me (I'm getting tangly either because I'm changing coat OOOR because I'm scratchy for some unknown reason that is driving my mommy bananas), she took pictures of me. And sighed, and sighed and sighed. Then she laid on the floor with me and snoogled me because I'm growing up and she wants to enjoy her puppy while she can. Oh mommy, I'll always be your puppy, no matter how big I get.
FYI, I turned 5 months old exactly last sunday. So no matter whats, I'm still just a baby.
All animals are magic, who change your life in little and big ways.
Bonaparte was a dream, a hope, a desire, a wish. He was something to work for and long for and prepare for. He was the culmination of 7 years of wanting.
He was meant for me. The half-brother to the first Briard I ever saw in person, a fortuitous second breeding that took, due on my mother's birthday. A miracle child, as his mother just barely survived bloat right after she was bred, whose puppies were not supposed to live. Tenaciously special, because not only did he survive, but 10 more brothers and sisters joined him into the world, and all of them thrived. He was named before he was born, Bonaparte, for the simple devotion and kindness that was Josephine Bonaparte; it was only a realization after the fact that his father's name was Charlemagne. Charlemange, who Napoleon Bonaparte believed himself to be the reincarnation of.
He's 5 months old as I write this, and so terribly special. He was a dream, a hope, a desire, a wish. But he was all that far beyond what I could begin to imagine. All animals are magic, and change your life in little and big ways. But no matter how you anticipate and plan and want, it is always a joy surpassing all joys you could possibly contemplate.
Bonaparte is that joy, a joy beyond. I'm so lucky to have him.
Fridays are bath days and mom decided to try this whole "sacking" thing to see if it made a difference in drying me. First I had to lay down for the normal stuffs like scissoring the hair between my toesies and having my belly clipped. Then we had the usual bath with my front legs scrubbied because of the grease from the raw bones I ate early this week. And lots of cleaning in my beard 'cos momma said that was just "nasty". Then she squeezed all the water off me with a towel. Then came the sackig part, where she combs the hair on my back so it lays down all pretty-like and puts a towel over me. She pins it at my neck, chest and in two places along my belly so that it looks like a cross between a bathrobe and a horse blanket. I hafta stay like that until I'm dry. While she waited for my body to dry, she used a fluff-dryer to dry my legs and my head. I didn't mind that so much, but even when she was done with all of that, my body still wasn't dry.
Sooo she took me for a walk outsides where I pottied. It was really really warm outside so I didn't mind and as a matter of fact, I was feeling reeeeally frisky. When we finally came back in, I was dry! And I had a pretty grown-up part down my back. And even when I shaked and rolled around, my hair still falls all pretty into my "part". Mommy was very happy because she's heard rumors that it can take up to 6 hours to dry a briard in full coat, and that gives her heart squeezles because...well. 6 hours, she tells me, is a LONG TIME. Once I get used to sacking, I can roam around or hang out in my crate until I'm all dry.