Fat camp

The two heavy weights are getting used to the idea of less calories in and more exercise. Biffer is even running, admittedly towards dinner but its a start. Bear can now manage 4 miles without keeling over.

The real thing!

The clan patriarch, the one, the only Rockmeister!

Northern Rock!!

 No, look closer, this isn't the Rockmeister at Rock HQ, its one of the fab four, the last litter of Rocky and Reba. This is the mighty Northern Rock, the warrior Trojan!

He is one big happy dog! Hopefully he will make the 2nd Annual Bernese Mountain Dog Treasure Hunt in June 2013!

Logs!

Too much choice for Spotty!

Biffers back!!

Here's one from the class of 2010, Biffer on his hols here at HQ. Hes getting reacquainted with the clan and exercise!

Tomorrow news of the Great North Warrior Trojan!

14 days

That's how long this handsome lad has been at Rock HQ and he seems to have taken to it like a duck to water. Good job considering how much its rained in the last 14 days!

Are you looking at me?

Reba trying to ignore me

British summer time

Its summertime. Honest!

16 and counting

Tonight claiming bedspace at Rock HQ after all getting walks

Rocky, Reba, Reuben, Spotty, WooZah, Bliss, Bear, Chester, Lucy, Bella and Biffer

Supported by non Bernese Preston, Poppy, Missy, Zak and Holly. Not much floor space!

King of the hill

Bear surveying the back yard, the view from the top of the Bonsai Mountain was worth getting wet for!

Under the rainbow

The Rockmeister posing on top of the Bonsai Mountain

Roll Call

Lucy went home today so we are down one Berner. Roll call this evening, Rocky, Reba, Reuben, Spotty, Bliss, WooZah, Bear, Chester, Lucy (Grandma Lucy) and Bella.
Biffer arrives tomorrow!

Spot the Berner

Can you see him?

In only seven days!

 It is only seven days ago that this handsome chap arrived back at Rock HQ all the way from the Emerald Isle. A lots happened for him in that time, meeting the clan, meeting the critters, getting to know the house rules (which sofas his and where his two legged companions sit on the floor) where to sit while the apprentice smallholder is eating so as to be sure to get the best handouts, which walks are the best, the best place to sleep (somehow he has managed to sleep in the master bedroom for the last two nights) and how to wrestle a lurcher cross Dalmatian puppy.

So far he hasn't put a paw wrong and we are very happy that he has settled in so readily. It says a lot about the breed and the care that his previous owner gave him that he has turned out such a lovely lad. We are looking forward to lots of adventures with Bear, as soon as he has slimmed down a bit he is going to tackle one of the real mountains nearby with his brother, Spotty, and father, Rocky.

Look into my eyes.......

Look into my eyes.... It wasn't me that was eating the pigs breakfasts while you were carrying the buckets...and it wasn't me who took the bread from your shopping bag...... and I never ever touched your chicken that was ready to roast.......

.......now go back in the house and open some tins....3...2...1 go!

Borderline

Spotty on the Wales England border.

Take the high road

The boys on their way back from taking the Technohermit his supper

Take the long way home

 We took Bear around the Bonsai Mountain this evening, it was safe as the Trolls were not about due to the sunshine so we got to Fiveways without incident and soaked up the view. Not a bad back garden to play in.

 Rocky and Bear took 5 while Spotty went in search of scat (Bear will no doubt get acquainted but for now he smells nice, not like foxes bottoms)

 The way home Bear got a bit blown, Rocky gave him a pep talk.

 It didnt work.

 But the promise of milk and cookies soon perked him up (that's low fat organic dog cookies not sugary treat types favoured by fat blokes)

Back at the ranch he cemented his allegiance to the Clan by rolling in the same stream of mucky water as his brother.

Introducing.....

 Rocky and Spotty took Bear to a few points on the compass this evening, Bear was gifted back to the Clan by his very kind owner on the weekend, see the www.talesfromtherock.co.uk site for the full story. Heres Rocky (front) and Bear his son from the class of 2009 at the back.

 Bears a big powerful boy, his coat has been clipped and hes only been here around 48 hours which explains why he is so clean.

But already we can see his working on the Dolyhir look, his paws a nice shade of pooh.

And here he is when we last had him at HQ. He has grown a bit!

Megan

One of Rocky and Sally's pups, Megan, came round to say hello.

Dirty Dancing

This is the state Sally and Rocky got into as they renewed their relationship, they have had a litter that produced some fantastic dogs, anyone remember Monty from the treasure hunt? Well hopefully their hard work will be rewarded by another set of amazing Berners.

I surrender!

Rocky surrenders after being told another girl is coming to stay. Poor lads exhausted!

Caught on camera

 Hmmmm whats this hes left on the windowsill?

 Hes gone off down the lane some of the clan........

he wont miss a few mouthfuls then!

Special powers...

 Look into my eyes, concentrate, look into my eyes..... go back to the kitchen and open the tins, forget everything you see here......

we are not digging up the flower bed!

Take a break

Are we there yet?

Dunno, hes looking for a horse, keep looking like your looking!

What is it with him and these piles of stones, hes always photographing them!

Yeah well it means hes stopped walking!

We've found the horse, time to go home! Relax Reuben, we are half way there!

Dont touch my stuff!

 Oh boy oh boy oh boy I love logs, logs, logs logs, I got so many logs in my stash!

 Erm....Excuse me!

 You can look lady but don't touch!

 Don't touch what you cant afford!

I hate it when that happens. Dont touch my stuff. This ones contaminated now I'll have to change it!

Hey look at me!!

Look at me, I'm a Rock Star!

Troll Country

 The Dolyhir Clan went on a late patrol of the perimeter which meant crossing Troll Country.

 Night time in The Cauldron belongs to the Trolls, so the Berners kept their eyes peeled.

 No one goes off alone, each watched each others back.

 The Trolls are out there somewhere. The hills have eyes.

We're all scared, but remember your training and you will survive. I'm not permitted to tell you how many Berners went on patrol but I counted them all out and I counted them all back.