Rosie and Henry

A bigger homestead meant additional, larger dogs to protect it. Or at least that's what I told Eric right before I went out and bought two enormous fluffballs.

Rosie and Henry are Great Pyrenees and therefore are supposed to make excellent livestock guardian dogs. 

Unfortunately, when they first came home, Rosie and Henry did not believe that their job was to guard livestock. 

They thought their job was to hang out in the house with Gabby and Bobby. 

Funnily enough, only Rosie was destined to be called a Berg but she cried horribly on the way home after we picked her up which made James cry horribly on the way home which meant I returned the next day to pick up her brother Henry. I'm so weird. 

As is Henry it seems. A nearly empty cheeseball container was more than this little pup could resist. 

Try as we might we couldn't get it off by pulling and we finally had to cut it off. 

Puppies are adorably tiring.