WENDELL WEDNESDAY.
We weren't sure what to expect out of Wendell when we arrived on the farm. The nature of Great Pyrenees is to crave stability, a lot of room to roam, designated boundaries... basically nothing Wendell has ever really got to experience. So when we got to Bugtussle, and temporarily moved ourselves into the barn, we were sure it was going to be a disaster with Wendell. We were sure we would never see him. We were sure he would chase chickens, ducks, children. And perhaps nothing could have been more incorrect. He has been wonderful. He stays with us, following the truck to and from the cabin site. He chases only animals he's allowed to (namely, Rascal, the Smith's Chihuahua). Wendell is wonderful with the children and seems to be having the time of his life. He was built for the woods––the farm––and looks completely vibrant and in his element. Wendell has unfortuantely caught the brunt of our crazy year, has lived in several different houses (and two states) which begs the question, how did we ever raise such an amazing dog? Love you, Goof!- Jesse.