|Beverly, foreground. Bucky, background.|
Bucky just exuded a quiet calm, a regal sense of "I'm the man!" on the trails. We encountered a male Boxer along the way with whom Bucky had a history. Bucky thumped the Boxer a few times with forearm shivers to send the dominant message without a single bark, or baring of teeth. It was impressive. So too was his pose during his top of the hill rest. Now that's one helluva dog.
On the way down the hill we bumped into Heidi, the St. Bernard. My family had a St. Bernard years ago, long before I was born. When you have a past history of breeds in your family, you're pretty much forever attracted to them. Heidi attracted plenty of attention, and apparently is a pro when it comes to striking a pose.