Blue and I pretending we are bears. Bella
Lots of elk in the woods out here. We saw several walking down the trail behind our house last week. Blue and I both tried our stunt Newfie tricks to jump over the fence. I fell backwards into the yard (maybe too many Christmas cookies for me lately!), but Blue scrambled over the fence, landing with his hind legs on top of the fence and his front paws on freedom’s side. He untangled himself and ran off in the deep snow. The elk placidly moved on, knowing he could never catch them. Blue came back happy and proud of himself. I’m going on a diet.
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Dining on fine china — a portrait of Nine Newfoundlands on a platter done by one of Katie’s artist friends. Isn’t it lovely?
I vaguely remember when my babies were so little! Now Blue towers over me.
Blue and I were groomed on a rainy day last week. It was new for Blue: he trotted to the van with the nice lady but wasn’t sure he liked the process. I love being groomed, especially under my chin and on my chest. I tipped my head up high, hoping she would keep scratching my brisket. It was heaven, although I almost fell over backwards and off the grooming table. Blue and I smelled like the flowers in the garden.
The next day was sunny and bright, so we went to the beach first thing. Katie let us swim, despite our new haircuts and clean fur.
We are now back to emitting that wet dog smell. Bella