A/B Person: - Nurhan's take:

 Nurhan's take:

Kin is now an 'A' person. Up and out first thing in the morning.

This lasts right up until we turn back for the house.

At which point he becomes a 'B' person, and can barely stand up...

Crowds, parents, and getting big - Nurhan's take:

Nurhan's take:

This was supposed to be a cabin hunting trip, but then we went by water and, well you know how that goes...


Having a giant breed dog, you should normally be able to spot your dog when he's playing in a group...

 
 This isn't always the case...

(After carefully studying the pics and zooming in Kin is furthest one to the left, looking over his shoulder at the camera).

Sadly this is now a rare sight in the Stavanger area, that said this is a 'fast treff' (i.e. a regular meet) every Saturday and Sunday at one of the local beaches at kl 0900 (any one see the downside of this? As Robin William's says in the film, 'Good Morning Vietnam', "What's the '0' stand for? Oh my god it's early!" Okay 0900 isn't particularly early, but when you spend the rest of the week getting up before 0600, you tend to look forward to the sanctuary of the weekends and leisurely starts).

Here's a question, why don't pet shops carry collars/harnesses for giant breed dogs? They are not that rare as the above picture shows... Incidentally he's the only male dog in the above picture!

Some sad news about another Newfie, Santos, I think Santos was three years old and if you search through this blog you can find a picture of him. I'm not sure of the details but it turns out that he had a bone disease that splinted the bones in his front legs which would require operations on both front legs. Santos weighed in at 80 kgs, and given the nature of what was wrong with him, was going to have serious problems even if the operation(s) were successful. MayBritt was forced to do the kind thing which must have been agonising especially as it's not so long since they lost Marco (happily from old age).

 Here it's harder to pic the correct Newfie... This is at Bråstein and the lady is the one who mentioned the beach walk.

Kin is getting big, he's a week from being nine months old, this gate is head height on me and I'm 175 cm tall...

Now a big puppy could be a problem when your mother visits as he's probably heavier than her and he definitely wants to play more. She was briefed thoroughly on how to act towards him so he wouldn't take too many liberties with her, and it all went rather well. They each managed to step on the other one's paws but other than that no harm was done.

Although it's really hard working with animals and parents; between the two of them it took me three efforts to get this picture:

They got on well together.

Still keep bumping into deer on local walks, in fact on the local footy field, unless someone else has already woken them up, they generally don't even bother to get up. Last week one ran ~ five metres in front of Kin and despite being off the lead, he didn't do anything.

 The glowing eyes in front is a deer with the flash lighting both Kin's head in the bottom right of the picture and the deer in front.

 Despite having plenty of places he can lie down, he still insists on 'wedging' himself into the tightest spaces that he can find.

And sometimes after a trip, things like getting out the car are just way tooooooooooo much bother...

Favourite pastimes - Kin:

Kin's take:

 Now sleeping and stomach rubs are two of my favourite pastimes. I've found that if you take up positions like this, that your human will find it difficult not to comply with giving a stomach rub... sometimes you don't even need to wake up!

How cool is this!

The world according to an eight month old puppy - Kin

Kin's take:

This is a good day, hanging around in the woods, meeting folk and other dogs, most of whom want to play. Today was great as it was raining and not hot at all.

I've heard rumours that St Bernard's don't swim, from personnel experience seems to be true.

That's Jussi up there, normally when we meet we have a great time, today she was obviously feeling bitchy, as she jumped me and growled alot, sometimes bitches are really hard to understand.

Last couple of days have been good, my human has been around almost all the time, and he even let me sleep in. Hasn't had the normal piles of paper on the living room table and ignoring my advances to play.

Talking of which I've discovered that when he is doing that type of thing, if you repeatedly try to get him to play he ends up giving you something to chew for a long time on. How can you lose with this reaction!

Please notice the latest indignity, some type of bondage harness that fits around my chest, breast, and back. He puts it on and it seems to have no purpose, it's almost like he's trying to get me used to wearing it before he uses it for something else. I have tried rolling on the floor to pull it off, and into trees, nothing seems to work.

 Got to play the 'towel game'; perennial favourite. Not sure how the scoring is done, but think I won.

 Where'd he go?

Excellent, he understands the value of play and has filled all the holes in with fresh soft soil, what fun it's going to be to dig them all up again.

Don't let it be said that us Newfies don't pull our own weight...