A few months after Brutus died, Mac surprised us with a new St. Bernard puppy, absolutely the cutest little guy, and we named him Caesar.  We all fell in love with him at once.  I would sit on the floor with him on my lap, and as he got bigger, and bigger, and bigger, he still liked to sit on our laps.  He thought he was a lap dog.  There is at least one picture of him sitting on Mike’s lap when he was full grown.  Once when he was a puppy he jumped up from my lap and his tooth hit my lip.  I had to have two stitches in it.

Caesar

I tried to train Caesar using what I had learned in the obedience class I had taken Brutus to a few years ago.  He did fairly well.  He was a very gentle, good-natured dog, and we never had any trouble with him.  Except that he did shed a LOT, and he drooled a LOT.  All St. Bernards drool to some extent, but he was the worst we ever had.  He grew to be bigger than Brutus had been, about 150 lbs.  Once when I was walking him along the sidewalk on his leash, a little boy in the neighborhood asked me, “Is that a lion?”

Caesar in Virginia

More pictures of Caesar are in our family albums on the website.