Moose's DROOLHOUSE ROCK!

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NEWEST PHOTOS can be found at these links (opens in new window):

January 2004: Moose plays in the Colorado snow
September 2003: Two albums! Moose's first time at a dogpark, and another Rosie Playdate!
July 2003: Moose loves air mattresses!
May, 2003: Moose & Rosie's second playdate
April, 2003: Moose at 9 months of age
March, 2003: Moose reacts as his couch is taken over by a houseguest
February, 2003: Moose in the snow, after entropion (eye) surgery

My name is "Simply Moosehead's Heinous Hangover", or Moose for short. I'm a St. Bernard puppy living in Aurora, Colorado. That's right outside of Denver, in case you have the misfortune of living in one of the 49 lesser states. I was born July 13, 2002, so if you want to know how old I am, you do the math. :-)

My roommate Mary didn't want me to make this webpage. "Webpages where the animals do the talking are just lame," she said. "I'm the only one who cares to see pictures of you," she said. "You will drool all over my keyboard!" she said. But I got my way in the end!

This is my incredibly fascinating life story.

Mary wrote all about my first week home, complete with tons of adorable puppy-pics, so click on the link to see my "baby book". It will open in a new window. (Even without opposable thumbs, I can code the hell out of some HTML, baby!)

Before we get to my adorable pics, can I first briefly address some of the "bad raps" we Saints get? Mary hears comments like these all the time:
"How can you have a dog that big in the house?"
"Doesn't he drool all over everything?"
. . .blah, blah.

So what if I'm going to get big? My dogmom was 150 pounds, my dogdad was 200 pounds (and a champion show dog, I might add). I'm a dude, so I may get REALLY big. But what's the difference between having a 175 pound person in the house, and having a 175 pound, well behaved DOG in the house? None really. I love to be around my Mary, and I'm totally mellow (most of the time). The only thing Mary has to worry about is my coffee-table-clearing tail. No biggie!

I only drool after I've had something to eat or drink, or after I've played hard, or after going out and coming in from the cold, or after walks, or when I'm excited. Otherwise, no drool! How hard is it for Mary to grab a paper towel and give my snout a swipe? Not very, I tell you what! Especially when you consider my drool has a thousand different uses! It can be used as an industrial adhesive OR lubricant! It has the healing powers of the waters of Fatima! And it makes for a funky-fresh hair gel!

Mary thinks it's funny that the people who say, "Ewww, who wants a dog that drools?" are the same people who have messy, bratty human-kids that always need a bath, poop their diapers, and throw their food around so the family car smells like the underside of a dirty buffet table for a good 10 years! Whatever drawbacks I have, I'm still more pleasant than living with a rugrat. And, I won't grow up to wreck her car and demand that she pays for me to go to college!

Here's me on halloween! I couldn't decide whether to go as a K-9 cop, a Big Dogs "witch", or to just slap the crap out of Mary for dressing up a dog!

This is a shot from my now-infamous Chippen-tails layout. I was young; It was a stupid mistake. The scandal has totally ruined any chance I had for a career in politics. Before the pics came to light, I was a top pick for the re-pup-lican nomination.

This is the vet tech holding me at my first vet visit. I was 10 weeks old, and weighed 25 pounds. I was also not happy to be there! The staff loved me of course. How could they not? However, getting shots really pissed me off. So I threw up in Mary's car on the way home.

It didn't take me long to make new friends. Here I am with Rosie, a friend of mine who was rescued with the help of the Colorado St. Bernard Rescue Foundation. Rosie's mom Marilyn's daughter works with Mary, so I had a play-date. Marilyn had a statue in her back yard that looked just like me! You can see a slide show of our play date here.

I also made friends with a Lab by the apartment where Mary and I lived at the time. Shaniah was great fun to play with, and Mary took some hella-cute pictures of us playing. Go look!

Here I am, four months old. I'm meeting a new friend Emma. Mary taught me how to shake hands like a gentleman. Then, I drooled on everyone in the room, I was so happy to be around new people!

When I was 3 months old, Mary took me back to her home town of ~~Icky-ta~~ Wichita, Kansas, for a visit. I got to meet Harley, who Mary raised from a puppy. Harley lives with grandma and granpa.

Speaking of grandma and granpa, I had a great time at their house over Christmas. Not only did I see them, but I saw my cousin Heidi too! To see a slideshow of a few snapshots (that will open in a new window), click HERE. (Heidi is the one with the brown spot on the top of her head). You'll have to see a few pics of cute kids too!

Well, that's it for now. I'll update a lot, so come back soon! Meanwhile, here are links to my PET FRIENDS!

Click here for pics of my first week home!

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