Black Russian Terrier at the Bay

                                               

 The Black Russian Terriers are rare outside of Russia. I was impressed by its temperament, size, and everything about him. They were used as military and police dogs. They are brave, protective, and energetic. They were bred from the Airedale, the Giant Schnauzer, the Rottweiler, the Newfoundland, the Caucasian Ovtcharka, and the now extinct Moscow Water Dog.

Bud Meets German Short Haired Pointer

Today Bud met one year old Jake. He was exploring the water and moves so gracefully. He ran like a gazelle, and it was beautiful. Bud will teach him how to swim eventually. Bud has taught three dogs how to swim. When dogs watch him, they get over their fears. Pointers are from Germany and they were originally bred for hunting. They point at prey so that their owners know where to look. They are sweet, active, and a family pet.

                   

Wise Dog Travling

When we arrived back to the San Jose, California airport, we had to use dog booties for Bud because the asphalt was very warm to the touch. I remember one day while staying in Southern California that I had to buy booties for jetta while shopping in the heat of the day. It never gets that hot on the Central Coast. Dogs that are not used to hot sidewalks have more tender pads that dogs that live in the heat all the time. Good to keep in mind when planning a trip with your best friend.

Here's a picture of poor Bud crammed at our feet on the plane.  He sure looks happy, doesn't he?

Flight Home From Montana

Bud was much more relaxed on the first leg of the trip. He made friends with the flight attendants. When we arrived in Seattle for a layover, we knew that Bud would not use the indoor pet relief area.  Luckily, we found a nice dog lover; yes they are everywhere!  He drove us in an airport cart to a faraway spot by the plane parking area. It had a patch of dirt and weeds so Bud could do his business.  Jewel, my helper, took Bud by the leash.  He was playing his diva role. He did not like the weeds.  He sniffed and sniffed and finally went. I think he knew that this was his last chance to go.

Bud was sad to leave his best friend Elvis, but we will return one day hopefully sooner than later.

Beaver Bud

Something came over Bud in Montana to make him a beaver. It must be the Montana wood. He didn't have a ball to obsess over. So he just got these big sticks and chewed them up and twirled around with them. It was quite a scene.