You can't be a Saint owner and not expect some slobber now and then. Our saint JR, who sadly went to heaven this summer, was the champion of slobber slinging. We would find strings of this wet sometimes foamy stuff in the strangest of places. The ceiling, tv screen, in shoes, on the cats back, pant legs and the edge of the toilet if someone forget to put the lid down. Though disgusting at times one can't help but love these cuddly giants of slobber and fur. <br />
I am happy to say we are still proud parents of a 180# lap dog named Monty. He is the typical St. Bernard with the lounging where ever it is most inconvenient, snoring, shedding, slobbering, protector of his family, creator of comedy and all around best dog in the whole world. He loves routine and shows it by knowing when 6:21 roles around each morning (internal alarm clock) and our daily walk to the mail box. Sundays can be confusing since no mail is delivered on that day. <br />
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I can't imagine life without one of these gentle giants.