Browsing the archives for the day Tuesday, January 6th, 2009.

Hello from Canada…..

Categories: Ramblings In General

SwedeHello Brenda and family.  You are very close to me, I am the sire of your baby Boy.. My call name is the SWEDE, and I am from?????  Hard to figure that one isn’t it.  I live near Edmonton on a large ranch.  Genevieve says each one of us leos has something characteristic that makes us stand out. She said for me, it is my Mane.  I am an extraordinary mane, just imagine, a mane with the body of a leonberger hidden in it.. yup, that is me!!  I am a big leo - much like my dad Villa Bjornebo’s Bulle Bulldozer,  what kind of pictures does that conjure up in your mind??  My dam is Lejonlands Artiga Plingeling, it is from her I get my Plingeling nature…. Means I am bouncy, happy, joyful, delightful, wide eyed, always smelling the roses, or grass, or hedge, or tree or tried smelling our new donkeys but that just about caused me to loose my plingeling smile when Sadie gave me a good kick….   I love life, liked my last group of kids, mostly because Genevieve had them upstairs.  I could heard her racing around trying to catch them… and I yawned and went back to sleep. Glad I am a guy!!  Well that is a little about me…..


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The Best Thing About Having A New Puppy

Categories: Straight From The Leonberger's Mouth

Treats.  Dakota’s in training and requires lots of motivation.  Mom and Dad are really good about treating us all equal, so Kisa and I are in training, too.  Man, I hope Dakota’s a poor student, because I really missed those little liver thingy’s.


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Kisa, The Collector

Categories: Humor

One summer day when Kisa was three or four months old, Tom and I decided to let her roam about the yard while we worked the flower beds. She was old enough to not be underfoot, but still young enough that we knew she wouldn’t wander off.

We had cleared a new flower bed and I was trying to get it planted, but having one heck of a time.  Every five minutes I was misplacing something.  First, my garden gloves went missing. Then my trowel went missing.  Then my spare trowel went missing. Then, the six-pack of pansies I was planting went missing!

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