Massive Dogs, Lots of Fun

I'll be going to a Patriots sendoff rally later today at Gillette Stadium, and traveling to Indianapolis for the Super Bowl tomorrow (Monday).  I'll miss my wife, children and dog, but going to the Super Bowl really is a once in a lifetime opportunity.  With that in mind, I made sure to take them out to a nice family lunch yesterday, and Beverly over to her favorite place:  Centennial Park, in Wellesley.

Beverly, foreground.  Bucky, background.

We had exceptionally warm and sunny January weather.  I knew it would be a good day when we pulled into the parking lot at Centennial and saw a massive German Shepherd sitting in the back of his car with the back hatch open.  He and his owner walked with us.   Bucky was massive and handsome.  His light colors reminded me of my first GSD, Tiffany.  Naturally, Beverly fell in love, and loved her walk with her new pal.

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.

Heidi