Brandon is the reason we have our giant Wendigo dog. He met a great Pyrenees dog once, and wanted one ever since. I think a giant fuzzy dog with a massive head is as close as he could get to realizing his childhood wish to befriend a bear.
When the fox was killing our chickens, Brandon is the one who tracked down someone with great Pyrenees puppies for sale, and made the long drive to bring her home.
Wendigo was the last puppy of the litter - the runt.
When I took her for a visit to the vet last year, she weighed one hundred and nine pounds!
She will be three years old in August, so I doubt she will get any bigger. I have to watch how much I feed her, because she loves to eat and tends to get too fat.
She's a sweet clown of a dog, and loves nothing more than having her bid drooly face cuddled. With Brandon, the hugs and pets usually lead to a wrestling match.
Wrestling with her usually ends when she excitedly swings her giant paws like a boxer with claws and makes contact with something tender, like his face.
Brandon doesn't seem to mind how many times he gets a muddy paw in the face. They love to wrestle!
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