Estimated at 185 pounds.
Yes, he really is that laid back. Right up until he's not. Hasn't eaten anyone yet. Don't expect he will either. He had his first bath as a big boy yesterday on the back deck. He was not pleased in the least but we managed to get him to hold still long enough to hose him down, scrub the hell out of him, rinse and mostly dry him with giant beach towels (he likes that part).
Next time he gets cross tied like a horse.
Cletus wants a new kitty now that we've been kittyless for a couple of months. I told her we have to wait until he's old enough to understand that kittehs are not squeaky toys. We'll go to the local shelter and pick out the feistiest kitteh available and maybe she'll kick his St. Bernard ass into submission (at least hers anyway). The only trick will be walking out of there with JUST ONE. This is going to have to be a one kitteh household for awhile. I have too many chickens on order to add more than one more house beast.
Who am I kidding? Lets just hope it's only one for each set of arms. Remind me not to bring Cletus's friends.
Speaking of which, there were three girls in the house last night and two of them (one being Cletus) came to baby bikram with Little Girl and I this morning. It is stunning how flexible eight year olds are and even more stunning how flexible my seventeen year old who stopped dancing four years ago still is (dangling something or other).
I did a double today if you count the baby bikram. The heat was dropped to 102 for the kids and I was cold and stopped sweating within 20 minutes. My hair was nearly dry (and encrusted with salt and whatever toxins I'm leaching this week) by Namaste. Three hours today. Five miles yesterday. I am almost ready for the corporate 5k on the 21st. This from a girl who nearly destroyed her knees last year. Bikram and daily elliptical. Highly recommend it.
Now I have to go finish brushing that dog. The bath finally brought on the blowing of the winter coat which was delayed due to ground in swamp dog grunge.
Wow. That's a huge friggin dog! You may have been better off cross-tieing him and using scrub brushes. He's a great-looking pup, though. And did I hear you were running were Corporate Challenge on the 21st? In Central Park? Let me know.
Posted by: Spartacus | May 03, 2009 at 04:33 PM
I keep tellin' ya, I am going to sneak by one of these days and steal him. What a gorgeous dog! He's not done growing yet either.
Posted by: Jerry Critter | May 03, 2009 at 04:50 PM
WOoph! Huge!
I thought we were going to be a multi-kitteh family, but Puss left the little ones to fend for themselves and they weren't that resilient. I think. I mean, they could just show up one day, I suppose, and then I'd be awfully surprised. Good luck with cat-hunting!
Posted by: Madcap | May 03, 2009 at 05:14 PM
Spartacus - will cross tie next time for sure and I'm running the 5k in Stamford although Central Park sounds nice. I'll be working up to a 10k - just need to find one.
JC - I'm afraid he's nowhere near done growing. He sure is sweet though.
MC - I'm thinking the end of the summer for kitty hunting but I'm not sure we'll make it that long.
Posted by: alecto | May 03, 2009 at 07:18 PM
What a great looking dog. Simon looks like he is so happy. Good luck with the kitten.
Posted by: auto glass repair phoenix az | May 07, 2009 at 09:28 AM
I love big horses!... Wait.... I mean big dogs. :) I bet she(?) is a lot of fun.
Posted by: The Mighty Jimbizzle! | May 09, 2009 at 09:20 AM