6 Weeks Old

At about 6 weeks old me and my sibs were getting too big to be kept in the inside pen where we were born...it was time to move outside to a much bigger pen built by my human, Kevin. Sure it was winter time (November) but we're St. Bernards after all, a hearty breed of dog bred in the Austrian alps. And even so Kevin'd also built a large doghouse big enough for all eight of us and heated. It was so much fun living outside, sleeping in a dog-pile with my brothers and sisters inside a cozy heated house, that I would often play until I dropped from exhaustion.

Here's a picture of me so sleepy I'm almost about to fall over.

5 Weeks Old

Here's a video and a pic of me after I've been alive for 5 weeks, eyes and ears wide open now, actively playing with my littermates, and now exploring the world around me. At this age we're all still pretty fearless, without a care in the world and, having experienced no pain or misfortune yet, willing to dive headfirst into anything that catches our eye.

Also at this point it is pretty clear I'm going to have what they call a "rough" coat. In this context "rough" doesn't mean coarse, it means my fur will be long and uneven. "Smooth" coats, which most of my brothers and sisters are, have relatively short, even fur. Smooth coat St. Bernards are often eroneously referred to as "dry-mouth" dogs, but there is really no such thing. All St. Bernards drool, but nowhere near as much as you've been told by TV or movies. We mostly only drool right after drinking. There are breeds who drool much more than we do.

3 Weeks Old

At three weeks old my eyes are only just opened, and my ears too. I still can't see or hear very well but I am starting to lift up onto my feet and walk around for a few steps at a time, instead of pushing myself along on my belly. I still don't do a lot more than drink milk, sleep, and go poop. But I am starting to play a little with my brothers and sisters, now, too.