Mobilis in Mobili

Two months of life with Nemo. I can barely remember what it was like before.

Living with a Great Pyrenees is a wonderful thing. Nemo at 6-7 months is already a giant, cuddly, well-behaved member of the household. Sometimes, however, he remembers to be a puppy and then you get taught harsh lessons in the transference of kinetic energy.

Nemo is the buddy-clown. He's already my daughter's favorite snuggle-pal for TV. I've been working on his obedience training and am beyond impressed with the speed he figures things out. If you pay him in a treat he'll figure out almost anything in 2-3 tries.

We've been camping, to dog parks, kindergarten graduation and jazz-by-the-bay. Nemo draws a crowd!

If you're NorCal resident and interested in a Great Pyr I highly suggest contacting the Great Pyrenees Rescue of Northern California. They placed Nemo here with me and have PLENTY of other dogs who need homes. Here is the story of how Nemo's mother and his entire litter were found and rescued. Poor Nemo was one of the 3 puppies who got really sick!

I'm in love!

Previously: Nemo, Found.


  1. One of the most impressive displays of dog intelligence I have witnessed involved a  Great Pyrenees. I was driving down a dirt mountain road when a large white dog barked and got in front of the car. He began walking slowly in front of us when I noticed a bunch of sheep nearby. The dog was smart enough to keep vehicle speeds down to protect the flock.

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  3. I like the giant breeds in part because they’ve been bred for extraordinary chumminess and gentleness. Any dog can be mean or aggressive, but your odds get pretty slim when you’re talking about something the size of a small moose, for the obvious reasons having to do with artificial selection.

    One of the funniest things I’ve ever seen is a massive Great Dane rounding a corner only to encounter a playground full of kindergarten-age kids. As soon as he saw them he just collapsed into a miserable defensive crouch right there on the sidewalk, knowing that they would immediately swarm all over him and annoy him half to death. (Which they did.) You could practically hear his internal monologue: “Why can’t I just gently nip one of them? I wouldn’t even have to really hurt them, just send a message. Nah, it’s not their fault, they’re just stupid childr–OWWWWW THAT’S MY GODDAMN EAR YOU’RE YANKING ON.”

  4. Welcome to the wonderful world of Pyr ownership…although never quite sure who is the owner and who the ownee.  Romeo is laying across the doorway to my office so I have to step over him to get out.  Or in.

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