Tinker is one and a half in the photo, now just turned 3 yo. What a wonderful, wonderful dog... Grandkids love him, even the baby. He's actually kind, which is hard to believe until you see him lay down in front of the granddaughter so she can pet him...she grabs him by the collar, and he just walks with her at her pace.
We'll likely get another in a few years, another male, he's probably the smartest dog I've ever known. His boss, the minpin Bebe in the photo, is dumb as a stump, but they're best friends.
LOL! My minpin is brain dead, too!
Beautiful! I see you have a guardian of the cushions too.
What a gorgeous dog. (The big one. The little one is cute, but the BIG one is gorgeous.) When I took my rescue Golden for training (required by the rescue contract) we trained with a Bull Mastiff (somewhat smaller than your baby). He was a wonderful, gentle, charming animal.
We had an exercise where we started out in two lines facing each other. All of the dogs and their owners had to walk towards each other and the dogs had to stop in the middle of the room (smooshed together) and lie down and stay without bothering each other. Then the owners had to leave while the dogs had to stay.
That big ol' mastiff would just lie there thumping his tail on the floor. Whichever dog next to him would be eyeing that tail slapping up and down, and you could just tell that the smaller dog would want to nip the tail, or slap it down with a paw. But none of them dared. They couldn't take their eyes of that snake-like tail slamming down on the floor.
The mastiff didn't care. He'd just lie all the way down with his head sort of rolled over on the floor, totally oblivious of some samller dog ready to pounce on his wagging tail.
Funniest thing I ever saw.
There was a huge St. Bernard in the class too with a mother and a very small boy trying to train him. Our exercise was to teach the dog to "finish" -- walk around the owner in a circle and then sit at the owner's heel, facing forward. Mom couldn't get the hang of it, but the little boy told her, "Just spit in your hand,, Mom, and he'll follow you wherever you want him to go!" It worked, too! LOL.