...with my parents in New England, we came upon a St. Bernard at
a hotel. I was intrigued by these huge domestic animals. It
became a goal of mine to own a St. Bernard once I made my own way
in the world.
You really - REALLY, have to be a dedicated dog
person to love St. Bernards. They drool, shed and have uncountable
medical problems because of their size. Owning a St. Bernard keeps
you from having any illusion of control over your life.
All our Saints were house dogs. Shortly after buying our first house, Mary Lou and I
bought our first St. Bernard, Ralph (first
picture above at 8 weeks). We bred
Ralph (yes Ralph was a "she") and kept one of her 12 pups,
Bogart (second from left with wrinkled
forehead in second picture above). After Bogart died at 12
years old, we bought Rufus (third picture
above at 8 weeks) whose 160 pounds
of hair, drool and adventure was a part of our family's life for
over 11 years. Rufus left us for the St. Bernard pass in the sky in
In July, 2009 we once again joined the dog world,
Giants" - an 11 month old Great Pyrenees named Charlie
(first picture below) and a 14
month old Borzoi named Leo (second picture below). The third picture
below shows Craig, Leo, ML, Charlie, Ashley (Ben's girlfriend) and
Ben at the rescue center getting acquainted. More pictures and
stories to come.
Charlie and Leo quickly adjusted to each other and to our family.
The pictures below were taken three months after they arrived.
Charlie passed away far too soon at the age of 5 in
2014. Leo held down the fort on his own until March of 2016, when we
inherited two collies, Norm and Thunder.
Press play below for "Annie
Dog" from The Smashing Pumpkin's 1998 "Adore" CD.