The adventuresome life of a Great Pyrenees/Newfoundland dog in Northwestern Ontario

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Morning Patrol: A Photo Documentary

As my faithful readers will recall, one of my duties as Head of Security on the Campbell Estate is Morning Patrol. This is a very serious undertaking. All kinds of intruders present a potential threat to my two-legger flock: Black Bears, Sneaky Deer, the Wily Wolf Gang, and Mountain Lions. Every morning I go out and drive them away so that my flock can go about its daily business safely.

Elizabeth managed to get a few pictures of me at work on Friday (It’s about time this blog focussed on ME. Flowers, fungi and birds are all well and good, but this is MY blog, after all!).

I think I see something up the Big Gravel Path!

I think I hear something up the Big Gravel Path!

I hastened up the path to investigate. My quarry ran off into the North Sector. I commenced my pursuit. Said pursuit lasted several minutes. I was too busy chasing to count exactly how many.

Mission accomplished. Returning to commence my patrol of the South Sector:

The terrain is rugged, but I can handle it...

The terrain is rugged, but I can handle it…

I'm 3/4 Great Pyrenees Mountain Dog!

I’m 3/4 Great Pyrenees Mountain Dog!

And that 1/4 Newfoundland part?

And that 1/4 Newfoundland part?

Comes in really handy at the ditches! BOL

Comes in really handy at the ditches! BOL

If you’re an intruder, and I find you while I’m on patrol, you’d better watch out.

I'm all business once I get into Patrol Mode!

I’m all business once I get into Patrol Mode!

Family Springing Up

Elizabeth and I were out for a walk the other day, and she thought you’d enjoy seeing a bit of my Model Pyrenees Mountain Range for 2014. I’m very proud of Rob the Snowman’s efforts this year. He’s had some extreme challenges in finding a place for all the fluffy white stuff that has fallen to obstruct our small gravel path this winter. He’s had to pile it higher and higher and higher, then he’s had to start another pile in front of the first because the blade on his big growly machine only can lift so high. I have about three ranges of mountains this year, all about 1.8m or 6 ft. tall. I like to sit on top of them and bark at the squirrels, who have become very active lately.

I am a Mountain Dog, I am, I am, I am!

I am a Mountain Dog, I am, I am, I am!

Elizabeth was on the Internet shortly after we took the above photo to show you how impressive my model mountains were. And she saw a photo. “Look at this, Stella!” she said. And there was a Great Pyrenees, a Great Newfenees like me, and a Black Labrador Retriever on their very own mountain range. And it was much bigger than mine! I had a good look at the photos so I could instruct Rob the Snowman next year. I can’t have other dogs beating me at my own game, now. Really!

I was so worked up that I almost didn’t hear what Elizabeth said next. “Do you know who that is, Stella?” Well, how on earth could I. She was pointing at the middle dog, a Great Newfenees like me. “That’s your younger brother, Thunder!”

Maia (top) and my little brother Thunder playing on their Model Mountain Range.

Maia (top) and my little brother Thunder playing on their Model Mountain Range. {Photo courtesy Verna Funk Verrier}

What! I have a younger brother who loves to play on his own model mountain range, too? Wow! And his two-legger says that he and his friends Maia the Gt. Pyr and Lily the Lab like to monitor the neighbourhood Coyote Clan from their perches, just like I keep an eye on the Wily Wolf Gang! It turns out he doesn’t live too far away, and that maybe one day we can go and visit him and his friends. I’d really like that…

Thunder's range is over 2m (8-10 ft) high in places! And look at how long it is. *Sigh*

Thunder’s range is over 2m (8-10 ft) high in places! And look at how long it is. *Sigh* {Photo courtesy Verna Funk Verrier}

Elizabeth and Thunder’s two-legger have been talking. She had one of my same-litter brothers, Magnum. Sadly, Magnum was born without a working esophagus, and he went over the Rainbow Bridge when he was just a few months old. His two-leggers were very sad about this; they loved him very much. They took lots of pictures of him during his short life with them and said I could show you one of him. I think we looked a lot alike, don’t you?

Magnum with his older pals, Maia and Lily. Magnum looks like he's really happy despite his problems.

Magnum with his older pals, Maia and Becca. Magnum looks like he’s really happy despite his problems. {Photo courtesy Verna Funk Verrier}

When Magnum was gone, they missed him so much that they got another puppy from the next litter my mom and dad had. Thunder, we are happy to tell you, is thriving!

And do you remember Dakota? She’s my older sister in Winnipeg. She’s decided she doesn’t like winter that much this year. Her two-legger says it has been so cold that she’s had to stay inside a lot, and as a result, she’s become a real city dog! Her two-leggers keep in touch with Elizabeth, and they showed her a photo of Dakota taken yesterday. Dakota and her two-leggers are so grateful for the over two years of care Dakota received from the Manitoba Great Pyrenees Rescue that they are working hard with MGPR to help other dogs without homes find people who will love them forever.

Here's Dokota, working with a puppy from MGPR. She really likes playing with the puppies...

Here’s Dakota, working with a puppy Trixie (click the link above if you’d like to adopt her) from MGPR. She really likes playing with the puppies… {photo courtesy Jarek Paul Nowak}

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Pea Soup Breakfast Appetiser

This morning when Elizabeth came to get me for our morning walk, it was really hard to see. Clouds were hugging the ground. I could hear the long-necked flappers honking to each other (they sounded oddly dense and muffled), but I couldn’t see them. I could smell the forest creatures no problem, but I’ve noticed that Elizabeth never uses her nose. She relies far too much on sight. So, when we headed off into the fog, I was concerned for her safety.

Elizabeth was completely oblivious. The fog so befuddled her that she walked off in the opposite direction to where we usually go. I rushed off to clear the entire area of lurking danger, but always stayed within earshot in case she required rescuing. I’d bark once in a while to let her know where I was. She’d woof back. I wish she wouldn’t.

“WOOF, WOOF! … WOOF, WOOF!”

All the other dogs in the area laugh at her. The toy poodles down the road stick their heads out their growly machine window when they pass us and go, “woof, woof! … woof, woof!”

It’s so embarrassing.

But I think the poodles were too scared to come out this morning. It really looked spooky out.

I’m kinda proud of Elizabeth. I’ve decided to believe she’s brave rather than stupid to venture out into the clouds when they sink. And she got some nice pictures, I think:

Bud's family's floating land extender. They park their floating tin cans here - I think, yes, there's one parked there in the photo!

Bud’s family’s floating land extender. They park their floating tin cans here – I think, yes, there’s one parked there in the photo!

Some really strange things were forcing their way up from underground, too. Danger everywhere! Beware!

Some really strange things were forcing their way up from underground, too. Danger everywhere! Beware!

I bet their were Sneaky Deer hiding down there on the pipeline. Oh, I wish Elizabeth would stick with me on our walks...

I bet there were Sneaky Deer hiding down there on the pipeline. Oh, I wish Elizabeth would stick with me on our walks…

Bud's house through the fog from the old gravel path. That's a nice looking watching rock, eh? I wouldn't mind one of those in my back yard...

Bud’s house through the fog from the old gravel path. That’s a nice looking watching rock, eh? I wouldn’t mind one of those in my back yard…

Walking up the old gravel path to the estate boundary with Al's & Joanne's estate.

Walking up the old gravel path to the boundary between Al’s & Joanne’s estate and ours. The Wiley Wolf Gang like this route. But I have chased them away already!

By the time Elizabeth got to our gravel path, the cloud was beginning to lift a bit and the sun was getting higher in the sky. She took a bit of a risk going down the electric path since I was below it chasing lurkers in every direction. One could easily have come up the hill and surprised her!

The ghostly forest on the upper side of the electric path.

The ghostly forest on the upper side of the electric path.

Her usual luck held, though. The only attackers came from the North – the ghoulish Kibble Snatching Flappers descended upon her. But Elizabeth actually likes them, and she had kibble on hand (literally) to appease their appetites.

An annoying and, today, ghoulish looking Kibble Snatching Flapper.

An annoying and, today, ghoulish looking Kibble Snatching Flapper.

Feathers dampened by fallen clouds, but still a cocky imp.

Feathers dampened by fallen clouds, but still a cocky imp.

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