Here you can see both of us sharing the bed, while we work on getting treats out of our kongs. This is a great game that Richie likes to play on us - makes us work hard for our treats - I think it has something to do with keeping us busy however. Anyhow - we are both enjoying our new bed in the TV room!
Remember this optical illusion when you were a kid? It used to be in the back of comic books that Richie used to read. I mean, I wasn't even close to being born, but it shows two curves that are actually the same size, but when placed side-by-side, you brain fools you into thinking that the curve on the bottom is larger.
Well, here's a good pic that shows you the size difference between me and Mischa - that's me on the bottom. And no, it's not an optical illusion created by a wide-angle lens... I really am that much bigger than her. We'll see how I look after I lose my winter fur, and manage to drop a few pounds.
Mischa and I have been having a great time together! On the weekend, we went to a big area with a bunch of trails and trees (called the Endowment Lands, apparently). We spent about an hour walking and running around, chasing after squirrels we hear, meeting other dogs, and playing in the water!
We've also been having lots of fun at home - we play tug-o'-war lots, and she's been very good at sharing her toys with me. I don't think Richie likes it when we play inside, as I'm so tall that it blocks his view of the TV! Anyhow, it might look like I'm guilty in the picture above, but it was her, not me... really.
The original Paisley was a beautiful Berner that spent a lot of time with Richie. She actually belonged to Richie's sister, Deb, but on many occasions, Richie would take care of Paisley. They would go camping and fishing together, and they formed a very strong bond.
Paisley was a big female too, not as big as me perhaps, but she was definitely a handful! She would get into all sorts of trouble at Deb's house, but for some reason, didn't give Richie much trouble. Unfortunately, Paisley passed away early - at about 6 1/2 years old. But it was Paisley that got Richie hooked on us Berners, so I have her to thank for my new life here in Cambie.
the second, that is. I am new to this place, but am here to stay. I met my new human parents today, Christine and Richie, and my new sister, Mischa. After some introductions, I hopped right into the back of the Rover (they even have a car named after a dog!) and brought me back to my new home in Cambie.
Well, I couldn't resist the smell of that new dirt, and I had to jump over the flimsy fence so that I could dig and stuff. But after a bit of playing in there, I realized it was harder to get out of the area than it was to get in. Richie came out from his office, and there I was, busted - caught with the dirt still stuck between my paws. He wasn't very happy, and I got scolded and squirted with the water pistol again. After that, he put up a more substantial fence, and I don't think I can jump over it anymore. No bother, I'll just dig underneath it.