Mountain dogs

Mom thinks Bernese Mountain dogs are the cat's meow. Now that's a statement isn't it. Anyway, every time she see's one in a magazine, or on tv, she goes nuts. She thinks they are just soooooooooo very beautiful. Well Quigley, feels a little bad about that, after all he considers himself quite handsome and of great stature.

But to try to compare himself with a dog he can't sniff, well it just isn't fair. I mean will that dog wag it's tail a hundred miles an hour when she walks into a room? I ask you, will it jump on the bed to get close and nibble on her ear?(okay she hate's that, so it may not be the best example) But really.

 So last night we decided to try and give her a little of what she wanted and we thought maybe we could use her as a mountain, and walk all over her while she was in bed. She's got curves you know, and so the terrain goes up and down. I can't understand why she didn't like it. That Cesar guy would have a hissy, but he just doesn't understand sometime's  you've just got to do, what you've got to do. Mom wants a mountain dog and Quig, gave her one.

Now as for me, Aunt Maria say's I am a yoga dog. I not only do down dog, beautifully, but I have some striking poses that would make any yogi jealous. Mom promises to try and get some pictures of it and share with all of you soon. So until then, may all your dogs make you smile, nibble on your ears, or strike a pose, what ever makes you happy.

Hugs, Annie