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Family Portrait: August 2014 (Happy Birthday, Pearl!)

What happened to that little puff of a puppy we brought home in October?

 

Well, now she’s a really, really big puff. And we sure do love her. Happy 1st Birthday, Pearlie!

Happy Birthday, Pearl WarLock

Here’s our little family (cats not pictured :D), month-by-month.

 

 

 

 

Family Portrait: July 2014

Oh, hey… just running a little behind here, as always.

Pearl WarLock, 11-Months-OldThe doggone pup is 11-months-old, and we’re facing an expiration date on the “she’s just a puppy” excuse. It’s been amusing to me how often I feel compelled to say that, when Pearl is more enthusiastic than polite. It’s not an excuse, it’s a truth. She’s just a puppy. This has been one of the tricky bits of raising a gentle giant- remembering that Great Pyrs grow fast and mature slow, and tailoring our expectations to her age rather than her size. She’s just a puppy. A massive, happy puppy, who does us very proud. And it’s okay for her to be silly, as long as she keeps her paws on the ground.

Here’s our wonderful dog, month by month. Only one more photo to go, and we can hardly believe it.

 

 

Family Portrait: June-uary 2014

Another month come and gone. After an unseasonably warm May, we have an unpredictable, shifty June-uary. Is that not the most delicious portmanteau? I can hardly stop using it, though it might be one of those black licorice words that you have to savor sparingly, or people will start to think you’re weird.

Regardless. It’s been a hot and cold month in many ways, but we’re getting through it. The same could be said of 10-month-old Pearl’s most recent phase… we’re hoping there is more consistently sunny weather and attitude in the forecast.

Pearl WarLock, 10 Months Old

Our young miss is sweet and sour these days. We tell her to sit, and she does- by perching herself on the edge of the couch. Well played, dog. Training has become a battle of wits and wills, and at 75+ pounds, she’s a heavy-weight contender. But not the champ. Sorry Pearl, we are the bosses of you.

Luckily we are patient people, accustomed to fickle weather. We’ll wait out Pearl’s tween-aged sulks and sass, and will heap on the praise when she’s obedient. Because when she’s good, she’s the best- bright and beaming.

Here’s our sunshine, month by month…

PS: Yes- I cut most of my hair off! Yes- it’s asymmetrical. Yes- it was on purpose. I love it!

 

 

Family Portrait: May 2014

Yes, we skipped our April family photo. It was a bad hair day for all of us: Adam was still refusing to cut his, I’d made a not-so-bright decision with a box of very bright red dye, and the pup was sporting a shaved belly from her spay surgery. Not a moment we were keen to photograph and publish.

So here we are (accordingly trimmed, dyed, and fluffed) with our 9-month-old Great Pyrenees.

Pearl WarLock, 9 Months Old

Pearl could hardly sit still for a photo this month. If you can’t guess from our boots and baseball tees, it was dog park day. Good thing we remembered our picture before Pearl’s dip in the lake and roll in the dust… or you might not have heard from us until June!

Here’s how our gorgeous galumpher has grown…

 

Family Portrait: March 2014

7 months old, and always smiling- my, what big teeth you have, Pearl WarLock!

Pearl WarLock, 7 Months Old

Having spat out the last of her baby teeth last month, she seems to have made it through the phase of dramatic daily change. Her growth and appetite have tapered off, and I’m now wondering if Pearl might be a more “petite” Pyrenees. I wouldn’t complain!

She’s a wonderful size right now: her head at exactly the right height to be patted when she’s standing at my side, tall enough to put her paws on my shoulders for hugs and kisses, and (at least in her mind) not too big to be a lapdog (though, oof, 70 pounds).

Who knows how big she’ll get- for now she’s still learning how big she IS. We’re impressed by how gently she plays with the littler dogs at the park, a bit sore at how much she pulls on her leash, and confused by how the dog who walks like a polar bear on roller-skates can also tiptoe oh-so sneakily into the kitchen for a cat food snack…

Here’s our rascally pup, month by month.

Family Portrait: February 2014

Has it really been a month since our last post? Sure enough: weekends in snowy Spokane and on rainy Anderson Island, winter pruning at the orchard, many enthusiastic “Go Seahawks” high-fives,  and suddenly our pup is six months old.

Pearl WarLock, 6 Months Old

I’m not sure which is harder to believe: that we’ve had Pearl for four months, or that we haven’t had her forever. This dog makes me so darn happy. Or rather, she makes it easy to be happy- to seek adventure everyday, to share smiles, to laugh when she steals my socks, to jump for joy and run for no reason at all, to work hard knowing a wagging tail awaits me, to fall even more in love with my patient and caring husband, to be contented when we’re all snuggled in for the night.

Here’s our much-loved Pearl, month-by-month…

 

Family Portrait: January 2014

WarLock Family Portrait, January 2014

She’s the belle of the dog park and the star of every sidewalk from Seattle to Portland. She’s welcoming new members to the Pearl WarLock fan club with a firm handshake. She’s pushing 50 pounds and parental lap capacity. And now she’s 5 months old!

Pearl is growing so fast, this slideshow feels like real time.

 

If that’s not enough oh-so-fluffy puppy goodness for you, we’ll be posting some outtakes on the WarLock Manor Facebook page tomorrow.

 

Wait… Wait… Wait…

The new year is almost here, and with it, new posts and projects at WarLock Manor!

Pearl WarLock, 4 Months OldAm I trying to distract you from our blogging lapse with a cute puppy? Maybe. Just look into those eyes and tell me it’s not working! Now you understand why we haven’t been getting anything done around here…

But I’m resolved. In 2014, make things. Make things happen.

 

 

WarLock Manor in Winter

I got two early Christmas gifts this morning!

WarLock Manor in Winter

Our first snow at WarLock Manor! Having now seen our little Tudor cottage dressed up in white, I’m convinced that a tiny, sparkly, light-up model (like this) would be the cutest holiday decoration ever. Time to get crafting!

Second, a romp in the snow with Pearl. Snow in Seattle is so rare (and usually so pathetic) that I thought of taking her to the mountains to be sure her first Winter was something special. So when I woke up this morning and saw our neighborhood blanketed with a respectable inch, I rousted Adam out of bed, bundled us up, and out we went. Absolute animal joy, just as I’d imagined. I’d love to share pictures, but a gleeful white puppy on white snow before sunrise is just a blur!

Fingers crossed that it lasts through the weekend- we have gallivanting to do. But even if it all turns to slush, it was the perfect morning for a girl in need of a bit of holiday magic.

Happy weekend, all!