When this blog began, Bailey Tuckerman Kent was an 8-week-old Bernese Mountain Dog living in the western mountains of Maine with his writer dad, Rich. These are their stories.... and don't forget, click on most photos to enlarge.
My friend Gayle asked this morning, Did Bailey slither through the snow? And he did. Long and lean and stretched out fully, he lavished in today's 8 inches as if swimming in a heated pool. Berners know how to live life fully... now, if he could only shovel!
This holiday, it's all about the book. I'm happy as a puppy working on this project. And Bailey? As long as those peanut butter treats keep on coming, he can live without the mistletoe, tinsel, The Jolly Elf, a tree, presents--well, maybe a couple--or an electric car set that goes round and round. A bit Grinchy or not here on Prospect Avenue, we wish our family and friends a ... Joyous Christmas!
Since we've had no mention in the Kent household about Chris....shsssh...mas, Bailey is a bit confused by the big gift from the Bartash family pets. We'll wait until tomorrow to open the large package. The stuffed skunk pet has already been devoured, and happily so.
Bailey is on restricted activity ... a case of watchful waiting on his belly button hernia.... poor boy. Dad may have let the little guy play too much this past week following his initial surgery. Bad Rich, bad Rich....
Today, upstairs in my office, Bailey showed himself as the work dog his ancestry led him to be. Here he is looking out the window watching the snow fall and my neighbors shovel. In this photo I can see the adult dog Bailey is becoming. He's just a few days shy of 7 months. In days gone by, Bernese Mountain Dogs pulled carts for their farmers and kept watch on the comings and goings on the homestead.
Last week we walked through our neighborhood two days after our first real snow storm. Our neighbors just down the street were outside on their lawn... Perhaps waiting for a taxi? Taking in a bit of the late fall sunshine? Just hanging...