Hello, everyone. I’m Gunther. My owners have decided to let me have my own computer so I can tell you about our adventures and outings from my point of view–because everyone knows a dog’s view is the only right view.
Okay, so a little about me. I’m a 3-year-old, smooth-coat Saint Bernard from Hasty, Colorado. I was born on February 14–that’s right. Valentine’s Day. I’m a lover, not a fighter. My owners took me home when I was 8 weeks old, and I’ve been with them ever since.
I live in a very nice house with my buddy Duncan (like the donut, but he smells nothing like a donut), my four owners, and two small things called “cats.”
So, this last week we took a vacation to Dallas, Texas. Duncan and I got to go to Camp Bow Wow.
This is my certificate. It says I was well-behaved enough to play with the other dogs. Duncan passed too, but he was kind of scared our family wasn’t coming back for us. I knew they would, and if they didn’t, well…this place fed me and gave me loves and a snack before bed. I could manage.
It was quite fun. I made new friends who liked to play chase, I got to stare outside from the inside with the door wide open (my family never lets me do that!), and I took a lot of naps.
But then, out of nowhere, terror stuck. I was taken to the back room. They soaked me with water then put this super-smelly stuff on me, scrubbing it all over. (I have to admit that part was good.) But then they soaked me with water again. NOT COOL.
They scrubbed me down with a towel when it was over, and that part was nice too. Duncan, of course, thought it was great, but he likes getting wet. Not me…scary.
I know you’re thinking, “A Saint Bernard’s scared of water???”
Crazy, right? But I am, and I’m not ashamed to admit it. Just like the dark, you just don’t know what’s out there.
Anyway, after the Bath of Doom, our owners picked us up, and we headed west on historic Route 66, headed to Albuquerque, New Mexico.
This is Duncan and my family At Cadillac Ranch. Mom and I aren’t in it because we took the picture. I’m not sure why someone would stick moving dog houses into the ground like that. I mean, they wouldn’t even keep out of the rain… Humans.
After a long drive and a few potty breaks, we made it to Albuquerque. It turns out we got there during the Balloon Fiesta, so after a good rest at the La Quinta, we watched these humans in strange basket-things float up into the air. I’m not sure why you would do this, but let’s face it; humans do odd things. All I know is this dog has four paws on the ground at all times.