
Look at those eyes!
On Sunday, it was 86 degrees F in Buffalo, NY – a record.
(On Monday morning, it was 36 degrees F, but hey, that’s Buffalo. Here you can experience all four seasons in a span of 24 hours.)
Now that the COVID pandemic has mostly passed, we feel more comfortable going out generally, and getting a chance to visit my daughter’s 12-acre “estate” and to meet the new granddog was something that simply couldn’t be passed up.
Meet Gunnar – a rescue dog whose DNA test revealed him to be 100% German Shepherd. (I kind of dispute those results, but he is the spitting image of my Riggsie, who was purchased from a reputable local breeder, so who knows? If Gunnar isn’t purebred, he’s at least 98%.)
Upon our arriving at the “estate”, Gunnar definitely showed that he will do his job to protect his family. Good thing he was on leash as we we got out of the car, ’cause I gotta tell you, I would not mess with that dog!
However, he calmed down once he realized we were family and not there to harm anyone.
And then he became a very lovable [big] puppy. If some of my photos are a little blurry, it’s because Gunnar slobbered on my camera lens.
Daughter and her husband recently put in a backyard pond:

Gunnar seems to enjoy the water (unlike most German Shepherds, which is why I think there may be just a teeny bit of lab in that mix), and is learning to swim:

Afterwards, it took two people to dry him off:

Then it was time to go inside for my wine-and-snack birthday. I was so busy enjoying the spread that I forgot to take pictures of it. But trust me, it was awesome and yummy. There were even venizon meat sticks from a deer bagged right on their own property. I tried not to think of Bambi and just savored the deliciousness.
Like every dog everywhere, Gunnar wanted his share of treats, and he’s being well-trained to wait patiently for them:

No stealing food off the table in that house – at least not when company’s present.
Gunnar makes me miss my Riggsie sooooo much. What good boys they both are (were).
Puppy Cody went nuts when we arrived home after our festivities. She knew we had been with another dog – how dare we?! But after her own outside time (we don’t have a pond, thankfully), and lots of hugs and treats, she forgave us.
And now, having lost some of my blogging touch, I can’t figure out how to end this post, so I’ll just say I hope you all enjoyed reading about my birthday visit as much as I enjoyed being there.
Hugs, all.
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Puppy Cody is, of course, still here and often featured on this blog. I love my puppy, even when she’s “bad”. Fortunately, at the ripe age of 9, she’s not bad very often these days.





