Likes: Peanut Butter, Turkey, his mommy & daddy, Daisy, Starbuck and Kula
Pet-Peeves: Intruders, Flying Insects, Bee's, things that go bump in the night, hot weather
Favorite Toy: Plush toys with a squeaker or grunter
Favorite Food: Peanut butter, Turkey and yogurt
Favorite Walk: going to the dog park
Best Tricks: Carrying FOUR tennis balls in his mouth at one time!
Arrival Story: Veronica and I first saw Bernie when he was just over 2 months old at a Scamps pet store in the mall near our house. We couldn't believe they would have a Saint Bernard in a mall Pet store. We kept stopping by for a couple weekends and got a chance to play with him on a few occassions. After watch several other customers look at him but were affraid of how big he was going to be. We spent a lot of time talking about the poor puppy at Scamps. Veronica had never raised a puppy or owned a dog of any sort, I had a Mastiff when I was growing up but hadn't lived with a dog in 16 years. Finally, the weekend after Memorial day, we decided to take another visit to the pet store. Vern and I were really torn because we didn't want to support the puppy mills, but I also felt REALLY sorry for that poor Saint puppy (we even had a name already picked out!) That day, we sat in the back room of the pet store with little Bernie chomping at our pant legs, and we decided that we were going to make him part of our family. We haggled the manager down on the price, but it really didn't matter, we just didn't want to see him sitting in that kennel again....
Bio: His Mom was Northside's Buttercup, and his Father is Northside's Sams Blade. We found his aunt is also on Dogster as well (Bernie's Grandparents are Hoss Cartwright III and Peaches And Cream.)
Forums Motto: I was born an oaf, and I'll die an oaf..
It has been a while since I have updated this thing, but here's some quick stuff: I am now 3 and know everything I need to know about the world. Yep, I am a grownup... Of course, with this age comes responsibility. Mom and dad expect me to keep small critters out of the yard, and scare away strangers, and to not let that boxer down the street anywhere near my front porch!
I suffered a recent economic downfall when daddy chopped down my two apple trees in the backyard. I was really counting on some additional income by selling those apples to neighbors. Well.. at least I still have the pear tree..
Recently, I find myself entertaining more new friends that come by the house to play. I am always welcome to this, but nobody can fill the hole left by my favorite friend in the world, KULA. She moved away last August. Mom and Dad I think mentioned that she might be moving back later this year. I miss her SOOO much.
Oh yeah! I almost forgot, my mom and dad got married last September!! So we are now a legit family! My mom looked REALLY pretty in the photo I saw of the wedding, I just wish I could have gone to Hawaii with them. I could have cleaned all the shells off the beach (mmm..) But they did take me to the beach just before Christmas so I would forgive them for not inviting me.
Any whoot, it's almost bed time, and I need to sneak upstairs and stake my spot on the bed.
Saturday, my dad and I drove out to this park that was hosting some sort of gala (from my new word a day calender) to celebrate the park opening. I got TONS of free stuff, including a BIG HUGE BAG OF FOOD! It was not just any food, but some of the really expensive stuff that Mom and Dad usually only get small portions for me of.
I was also made official treat taster for the afternoon... Atleast thats what I was lead to believe (maybe now that I think about it, it wasn't that special of a title..oh well.)
Oh and also, I met another Saint who looked like me, but he was shorter and weighed a whole lot more! He may have had girth but I could still out run him and most of his Great Dane pals! Those silly Westside dogs got nothin' on us Eastside Pups, Toss it up for No-Po (that's North Portland.)
Yesterday was fun too! Mom and Dad took me for another long walk to this little Mexican eating place. It was full of smells and "samples" of people food. There were also some other pups there, but I got nipped at for sniffing some chicks butt. What? I thought you were kinda cute, and might want to be part of my harem (another Word-a-day.)
Now the evening was kinda odd though... I thought I heard my girlfriend next door, but she didn't come running when I called for her. So I just went back inside where dad was burning a perfectly fine pizza. But before I could steal a piece when he wasn't looking, Kula came dashing in! I had to try and knock the piece out of dad's hand before she could steal it. This didn't work, because Kula let out this blood-curdling cry!
"HHHHEEEEEELLLLPPP!" she yelled,"my tail HURTS!"
I saw her trying to wag her tail, but it looked bent. She was in a ton of pain, and kept trying to wag it, but it hurt her too much. Mom was trying to feel if it was broken, but Kula would let her touch it. Kula ran back home, and Dad ran next door to tell her Mom and Dad. Her Mom and Dad rushed her over to the emergency care. Several hours later, Mom got a call from Kula's mom, and the doctor said it was something called "Swimmer's Tail." Apparently, she was swimming all weekend and got like a cramp or something and it got irritated. So they put her on a bunch of drugs to kill the pain and knock her out. I often wonder if they are the same drugs dad takes on the weekend (you know, liquid form, in a brown bottle) because he gets just as loopy as she does!
So Kula is OK, My dad drank too much, I have a big huge bag of Dog Food, and life is good! I am just plain worn out, back to sleep....
My big sister Xena "The Warrior Cat" passed away. I miss her already.
While we didn't always get along so well, we were really starting to find a nice happy medium (though I still really wanted her to play chase with me!)
Mom and Xena were really close, and sometimes, if I behaved myself, Xena would tell me stories about when they were both single woman living on their own, which seems pretty amazing because I don't think I could survive on my own (and while I love Dad, I don't think he could either!)
Today, the house seems not right. Lonely. I head downstairs and I can still smell her, but I know she is not there. It's going to take some time to wash that out of my mind.
All I can hope is that she is in a better place, where she can lay in the sun all day long..