Charlie has decided that Katie is A-OK in his book, a true mountain friend!
Katie has the steak bone from our dinner. Charlie has “patience”.
And more patience…
And more patience…but not reeeeallly sleeping…just playin’ it real cool…
…it does get the best of a guy…
Where’s the dignity? 
Ewww! Dog drool! 
Cute pictures though! 
When he “shakes”…it will whip up over his own head! So Funny!
Poor guy! A Saint Bernard owner learns to carry an old hand towel EVERYWHERE! :teehee:
Yikes. Don’t know why, but I can’t stand the drool. :lol:
Awww. Poor guy. He must be a really good dog though to not just take that bone away.
I don’t like drool, either. Dog drool, baby drool, llama drool, any drool. Ewww.
Awwwww :teehee: Did Charlie ever get a chance at the bone?
Nope! After a while, we took it away from Katie. She was getting it down to a “swallow whole” size! We don’t ever give steak bones to Charlie. He’d swallow them almost whole, and we’re afraid he’ll choke. Or, have trouble the next day, at the “other end”.
He went out into the forest back in May (true story!) and found the carcass of a dead deer, and brought back antlers, an entire leg bone, and half the spinal column. So he finds his own bones! 
He works on them every time we are up at the property! He stashes them in his Giant Size crate!
He just loved the smell of a fresh steak bone! But, no small bones for him! The hounds don’t get small bones either. Their jaws are like walnut crackers. They’d splinter the bones into bone shards. Dangerous.
Ok, dog drool aside, am I the only one who has this irresistible urge to give him a great, big hug??