You know you are owned by a Saint Bernard when...

• You measure their height by the slobber line across the wall

• Your huge lazy boy recliner is just big enough to be "the dog’s chair".

• You choose your wall paint color by what hides slobber the best.

• You duck and run for cover when your dog is about to sneeze.

• You understand the difference between shedding and "blowing the coat"

• You go through several vacuum cleaners a year

• You have a part time job just to pay for the dog food

• Your dog can "counter surf" just by turning his head and grabbing as he walks by

• You open the door when you come home and then flatten yourself against the wall to avoid an excited dog running to greet you

• You know sheer terror when your dog is REALLY happy and running towards you

• Your neighbors refer to your pet as "the neighborhood pony"

• You've planned out the "tail wagging” zone on every table

• Closing the trash doesn't help because your dog can drag off the whole trash can

• You know trying to shove a totally asleep Saint Bernard off the bed is fruitless

• Your dog’s favorite ball for catch is the size of a small basketball

• Every time you sit in the floor your dog tries to "rescue " you

• You find out your tub is just really a huge dog bed in his eyes

• You have realized being barefoot around a saint is hazardous to your health

• You can never have more than one friend in your car with the dog because he fills the entire back seat

• You carry towels everywhere for doggie "dribbles" and to dry your face if he kisses your cheek

• Your dog can sit on the couch without taking his feet off the floor

• You could make a Chihuahua with the dog hair that gets on your clothes


• Last but most important...you know in spite of it all you've got the most loyal companion and friend ever!

Boomer the lap dog

Hello!
I'll be back very soon with some articles and tips. Life has just been crazy! In the meantime
here is a picture of Boomer sitting on a friend. It's OK, the friend let him :)
have you ever noticed that big dogs often think they are lap dogs? Sometimes I don't think they really understand how big they are!

Boomer is a very curious dog! Are your big dogs like this? I'd love to hear stories about your dogs!
In the meantime here is video of Boomer trying to figure out my grandsons Christmas toy last December.I was wrapping gifts and he just had to check every one of them out. The one that puzzled him was one of those computers that teach colors and letters etc and make sounds. Boomer just could not figure out why there was a voice in that little box.

The Tallest dog meets the smallest dog!

I ran across this article and wanted to share it with you. I hope you like the pictures of the tallest dog meeting the smallest dog as much as I did. He's probably wondering if the little one is a dog or a mouse! Just look at those faces!

It's a dog's life as the world's tallest pooch meets the smallest

What a night! Explosions everywhere! Flying Debris, and the sounds of BOOM BOOM BOOM fill the air!
Well it is the 4th of July so all that would be expected, right? Yes.
However I wasn't outside! I was inside and the BOOM BOOM BOOM heard
here was me yelling at Boomer , my rampaging Saint Bernard!

Saints are known as the gentle giant in the dog world. But on the 4th they are like any other dog and the noise can really get to them. I live very close to my city's infamous Red White and Boom celebration. In addition all my neighbors
were having a firecracker throw down contest judging from the popping and the bottle rockets whizzing through my yard.

Enter one Saint Bernard freaked out and trying to decide which window to protect,by racing across the room and using the couch as a jump off point to go airborne a shaking little chihuahua trying to fake it as a Saint, one frantic human trying to get the howling beasts calmed down and a bored
fat cat looking at us like we lost our collective minds. I think maybe we were his evenings entertainment.

You haven't lived until you've had your ears serenaded by a howling giant beast at the same time you are doing the side step boogie to avoid his dragon claws on your bare feet as he races from window to window to save the world, or at least
what he considers his part of it.

Throw in the shrill high pitch whine of a chihuahua that is trying to keep up with the big dog, while she also engages in a game of chase her own tail and you pretty much have 4th of the July canine chaos. The only thing missing was the fireworks, well at least until I sidestepped too far and introduced my forehead to the wall. I think every star on the flag jumped off long enough to march past my eyes.

Finally the city sent up the finale, the neighbors ran out of bottles..of beer that is
and ended the firecracker wars in a tie and my little patriotic fur babies all settled down for a nap. All except the cat, last I saw him he was out on the coffee table singing I'm a yankie doodle dandy.

Relaxing after the great fireworks rampage