Year Of The Enormous Dog

We lost our pal ( and company mascot) Junior in December. And by "lost" I mean he died. Junior would have been near impossible to physically lose; he was 110 lbs and stuck to my side like glue. So when he died his absence was keenly felt. Mostly by me- he was always my dog. The Veal, our Boxer, was pleased as punch to be queen bitch for a while.
Enter Okie aka 'Good Times". He's our newest family member, a Dogue de Bordeaux or French Mastiff. So far he's been a dream; easy going, confident, smart and friendly. He's twelve weeks old and has been with us for almost a month. Yeah, he's the same dog as was in the Tom Hanks classic " Turner and Hooch", and yeah, he's likely to grow to somewhere in the 130 lb range. No sign of any real taste for crime fighting, yet, but he's still young.