Hello 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…..

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.

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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When we had spaghetti for dinner a few nights ago, I was reminded of situation we had with Kisa and Larkin many years ago.  Bread is one of their favorite treats — so much so that when we took them to McDonald’s, they’d eat the bread first, fries next and meat last.

Anyway, we got in the habit of giving them any bread left in the bread basket after dinner.  Trouble was… they always knew it would be coming their way and were so distracted by the bread basket they wouldn’t eat their own dinner.  Knowing that dogs cannot live by bread alone, we had to figure out how to curb this behavior.

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