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No matter what you think about snow, you have to smile when your 7 month old Bernese Mountain Dog, who is bred for cold weather, discovers snow for the first time. Pure innocence and joy. He just sat there and watched it come down, put his tongue out to catch some, then watched it fall more. Then his sister came out and showed him how fun it is to run and jump in… we will never get him back in the house again.
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Posing these two… this is the best we get right now.
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A trip north to loom at some lighthouses. Started in New Castle Island, NH and made it to Portland, ME. Only saw a handful, it was more about getting away for a day. Might had seen more but we took the dogs with us, and that is a huge ordeal, we are stopped every 10 feet with requests to pat, talk with, take photos of the dogs. “the tall one is female, Josie, 93lbs, 2.5 years old, the ‘little’ one isArgus, he is a puppy, 6.5 months old… no really, yes a puppy. Yes, we are aware he will only get bigger, no it is not her puppy, they are half-siblings, yes they do eat a lot, yes their crap is enormous, yup… they shed, really you knew someone who had one and it died, they do get along, it does look like they are smiling…” move 10 feet, repeat… not complaining at all, they bring joy to everyone who sees them. I let my wife do most the talking, and I send the drone off to get photos, like the one above. That is Ram Island Ledge Light is a lighthouse in Casco Bay, Maine, and favorite of mine that you can see from Portland Head Light in Cape Elizabeth, Maine. We also saw Whale-back Light, Portsmouth Harbor Lighthouse, Bug Light, Nubble Light but it was under construction and a few other stops on some beaches.
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Can you hear the Chariots of Fire music? A quick trip to Maine for the day, tune in tomorrow for lighthouse photos.
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One will pose nicely for photos, one tends to be an a@@.
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There are many times I just feel I am disturbing these two. I swear I got my dog a dog sometimes.
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Argus is just over four months old. Over 45lbs, 8lbs in the last ten days. Josie was 37lbs at the same age, but she was taller. Argus is a tank, lower to the ground, just a solid, fluffy smile with legs. The two of them are very close but so different. I would have always said Josie was the sweetest dog I had ever met, until Argus. He is a force, loud, and adventurous. I think we will keep him, at least until he does not fit through the door anymore.
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I met Lyra a few months back at a Bernese Mountain Dog ‘meet up in’ Charlestown. She is a sweet, small, 9 year old berner, who Josie liked and even posed for a photo with. A while back one of her ‘people’ contacted me for a photo session. A few days ago we made the plan for this morning and had a quick phone call to go over some details. Turned out this was more than a photo session, it was going to be a proposal. So early this morning at Choate Park, Lyra, Michelle, Ben and I took some photos, when we got to the big tree Ben surprised Michelle with a ring and Lyra’s park adventure got even better. It was an honor to capture this part of their story. Congratulations to all of them.
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One on the left weighs just shy of 95lbs, the one on the left, just shy of 40lbs. Both think they are lap dogs and have absolutely no sense of personal space.
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The make puppies cute for their own safety.
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Two years back I posted a photo of Josie’s eye, seven years back I posted one of Parker, our previous dog. So it seemed like a good day to do this shot. Unless you are Argus, who wanted nothing to do with it. The other two I was able to get a beautiful reflection, Argus, this is what I got, it is on his terms, so the light did not work the way I wanted. I will try some other time again. In the other two, you can see me, in this one all I see is the devil, a cute devil, but still…
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Argus at 11 weeks, height, weight, bigger… 11 weeks today, 3 weeks home… not his best day. Or maybe it is, depends how you are measuring them. Pissed at the door on the way out to piss because I could not find a right sandal. See we have to hide all the shoes because he will eat them. I could not find any right sandals, so I had to wear 2 lefts sandals. Pissed while I was stupidly wearing the wrong footwear. Ate Josie’s food, but that is not new, that is a daily thing. Dug a huge hole, I think, to be honest I missed it, I tried to live my life for a moment or two and came back and there is a crater where there once was a mulch garden. Neither dog showed signs of being the guilty party, I even checked paws looking for evidence. I filled the hole, still wearing two left sandals and let it slide as a mumbled profanities and words that might had rhymed with “cupid steeple bet shoe bogs”. All seems calm, I went in to talk to Dan… went back out the hole was back, like a sequel, bigger and better than before. And this time he was proud enough to make sure I knew it was him. Covered in dirt, smiling ear to f’n ear, while the big dog stared at me with a tone that screamed “want to check my paws again left feet?” What else, oh yeah, he gave the big dog a black eye, well not a black eye like humans get but a scratch next to her eye that is swelled up and pink, she looks like she was punched, I am sure dog DSS will be here soon to interview her. No one is going to believe my word over that of cute little Argus… so I got that to look forward to. Broke the stone wall, have no idea how he did that, but he did, I need to fix that. Apparently 11 weeks in dog years is equivalent to a teenager on crack. Good thing he is cute.
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