Before I knew what was happening, I let Dakota get under my skin and now I’m really starting to like the little guy.  What a tough Leonberger I turned out to be.  I guess getting older has turned me into one big softy. It has been a long time since I’ve played with Larkin, but yesterday I was rough-housing with Larkin and Dakota and I actually had fun. Wore me out they did, but I slept really well last night so I suppose the exercise did me some good. Dakota might help me take an inch or two off my belly which is a little rounder than it used to be.

I think Dad’s a little jealous because when Mom walks into the room, I get really excited. I don’t know why — but when I see her, my tail starts spinning like a helicopter and I just can’t contain myself. She’s being very good about the whole thing as long as I don’t jump too much, but she says I absolutely must start getting used to the fact that she does not need my help going to the bathroom. Last time she left me out in the hallway and no matter how hard I ran at that door, I just couldn’t get it open. Good thing I’m just a puppy — that door’ll never stand up to a full grown Leonberger.

So I seem to have set Mom straight on what I expect from her. At 6:55AM sharp, I will start to whimper because I absolutely must pee at exactly 7:00. That gives her five whole minutes to find her coat and boots which I believe is more than enough. She caught on to that part pretty easily, but it was a little harder making her understand that just because it looks like I’m ready to go back in after I pee does not mean I’m done taking care of business — I absolutely must have another five minutes before I’m ready to do my little poop, ten minutes if we got fresh snow during the night because playing in the snow is a significantly higher priority than my little poop. I promise to be very fussy if she doesn’t do it exactly this way.

Now here’s where Mom has gotten pretty smart. She finally learned that if she gives me my big soupy Leonberger breakfast as soon as we get back inside, I’ll eat quietly while she gets another 20-minute nap on the sofa — 30 if I’m feeling gracious. No longer than that though, because I’m ready for another pee and my big poop.

This morning, she executed perfectly so I gave her a treat — enough time to stop by the coffee pot for a cup of Joe and return to the bathroom to secure the roll of toilet paper on the wall shelf before I shredded it. So now she’s finally awake and I’m fat and happy — enough to be a good little puppy until at least lunch time.

Boy, parents are just like kids — if you don’t provide some structure for them, the day just goes downhill.

Hi, I am Rapier. I am from Poland, and I live with Genevieve and the other Leos. I am from Polish and Czech lines.. Genevieve says I am Czech-lish and when she looks at me, she thinks about dragon eyes.

 I am 2 years old and in pretty good shape. I know the Swede brags about his mane, but I am a LION.   My mane is almost as grand, but my paws!! magnificent, and my eyes are the color of old amber.  I am a poet.  In this picture in green, my turtle is seen…. YEA YEA!!! a poet am I, my words touch the sky….. YEA YEA..       I love cats,  Hello Ginger and Cricket….. The Swede isn’t great with cats like me, the Swede loves donkeys, because they teach him to be agile!!!  We have a few leo girls  here, Sypder is my favorite because she is a flirt, the Swede loves her mom, Ines, because she is elegant and has lovely movement.  Both of them bit us the other day.  Guess we have to love at a distance.  Weather is cold here but we love it.  Hey Brenda and Tom.    Baby Boy has sure grown up!!   Genevieve was bragging about him on the telephone the other day.  He was her favorite.  

czech-lish leo

Rapier

My Mom is hoping I’m going to be a very big Leonberger when I grow up. I’m now three months, one week and one day old and I weigh 43 pounds. I don’t think my Mom has anything to worry about.