Originally this post was titled Hiking with Henry. Then I thought about the way 
he interacts with everyone on the trails. It’s more like hobnobbing. It’s as if he’s at a mountain cocktail party.
ELBEE Is she his date?
He takes a moment to assess people rather than running up and jumping all over them like perhaps a Goldendoodle.
ELBEE Excuse me for being gregarious.
His hesitation, which I think might be shyness, apparently comes across as good behavior. Large and calm, he draws a lot of attention. His size makes people more aware of his demeanor. Am I going to argue when someone says it’s nice to see a big dog who’s trained.
Learning that his mom is a Great Pyrenees and his dad a Poodle, countless people have commented that his demeanor is more like the Pyrenees. He’s patient, affectionate when he chooses to be and watchful. A woman saw him from a distance and called out, “He walks like a Great Pyrenees.” By the way, I am amazed at how many people have had Pyrenees in their lives.
Henry is also a hit with the kids. We met an adorable nine year old who’d been begging her mom for a dog. She saw Henry and said “That’s what I want.” Her mom laughed when I asked her daughter if she was going to take care of it and she gave an enthusiastic “yes.”
ELBEE Then she saw the size of Henry’s poop bag.
His hair stays party ready too. Neither Gus, Stanley nor Henry sheds but so far he 
doesn’t seem to get matted like they do. In the mountains, he shakes his head and the twigs and burrs fall right off of him. For the other two, I’m like a blow dry bar.
ELBEE It’s obvious. Pyrenees are too busy guarding sheep to get their hair done.
Coming down from the trails after one of our hikes, Henry even found the perfect ride. What are the chances we’d run into my friend Lou who was driving a vintage 1971 Corniche! I’ve taken photos of the dogs in my car, but this is how Henry “Rolls.”
ELBEE That was my line.
