About a year ago I wrote a post about our new puppy, a Great Pyrenees/Lab mix. (Click here for the post)
Here’s a refresher picture, taken the day we got him. He was five weeks old and weighed six pounds.
Then, four months later he looked like this…
It was then that I wrote another post, about how he’d saved me from an overzealous man who was yelling at me while I waited for the school bus to drop off my twins. (Click here for the post) Quick summary of that day, puppy was only four months old but already close to sixty pounds. He was losing his baby teeth so his mouth was bloody, which made him look a whole lot more scary that he really was. The guy contemplated his options for a bit, took a few looks at my rearing puppy with missing teeth and bloody froth in his mouth, and walked away.
Now he’s a year old, and looks like this.
Yep, he’s lying on our Queen sized bed and you can see that his back feet are off one edge, and when he lays across it his nose hangs off the other side. Queen sized beds are sixty inches wide, or five feet, so that gives a good indication of how tall he is. As far as weight? Since the scale at the dog washing place won’t hold him, and he hates the one at the vet’s office, we don’t know his exact weight, but we estimate it’s between 100-110.
When he runs through the house it sounds like a horse is loose, and when he gets going sometimes he doesn’t stop fast enough (we have laminate floors throughout our house) and I’m seriously concerned that one day he’ll put a hole in the drywall because he’s so strong.
You’d think that given his beastly size he’d be a big tough meanie, but he’s the exact opposite. The cat on the bed behind him rules the house and he’s just along for the ride. And our eight-year-old twins are his best friends. Just yesterday I said this to them…”The dog is not your bed.”…because they think it’s great fun to lay on him when they watch TV or do their homework. They say he’s “snuggly and warm”. When our twins play in a room with the door closed he lays outside of it, softly moaning his complaints of separation from them. It would be funny if he wasn’t so sad that he can’t be with them.
He’s great with kids, a fantastic protector, and a wonderful companion.
What about you? What is your family pet like?