Last April, a crate arrived in Minneapolis containing a 9-week-old, 14-pound Greater Swiss Mountain Dog puppy. He was scared and hungry and had the cutest spotted nose you’ve ever seen.
We had no idea what we were getting into. We spend a lot of time talking to our breeder, but she was in Virginia and going there to pick our dog just wouldn’t work. So she sent us some photos and we pointed at one of them.
Enter Kubla Khan’s Stately North Loop Pleasure Dome.
I am as biased as parents of children are. I think he’s the best dog ever and that no dog could possibly be more awesome than he is. I’ve always wanted a dog, and never had one, and Kubla is perfect. He’s loving and cuddly but not in-your-face-licky-y. He wants to follow you wherever you go, but he doesn’t freak out and destroy things when you leave. (Except the bungee cord toggle on my Keen boots. I don’t understand that one.) He can completely consume a rawhide bone in 15 minutes, but is incredibly gentle with children. He takes his role as a watchdog very seriously, and watches the cats constantly. He even lets us know when they (ok, Artemis – like Salem ever does anything wrong) are into something they shouldn’t be.
At nine weeks, he weighed 14 pounds. Today, on his first birthday, he weighs 113. He has grown 100 pounds in 10 months. We joke that it’s a good thing his bark is so scary, because if a burglar ever actually got into our house he would just be expected to take Kubla to the dog park.
Happy Birthday, Kubla, and many many more.