Blessed with hounds.
Bernie, Catahoula Kerr Hound/Saint Bernard mix and Daddy's Boy, at 2 months, already showing some retrieving skills for pig-hunting. Those shoes never stayed put, and his big feet should've been a warning to me:
Bernie now, at just over 1 year old, 80 + pounds, miffed that Dad would dare ask him for some space on the couch. Did I mention he's got webbed feet? Can't wait to take him pig hunting in the mud!
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Quinn, Bernie's buddy and Mommy's Girl, Chow/Spitz mix, pure energy, at 2 months, owning the world:
Ms. Quinn now, aka QuinniePooh, sitting still for a millisecond and striking a pose as a 45-pound, 1 year old terror:
Then there's Missy, a Weiner-Spaniel I found trying to get splattered at a busy intersection in Sacramento in 1995. She is the Alpha Female in the G-98 wolfpack, and dominates places like the one under the coffee table. Note Ms. Quinn watching cautiously from the side: