Giftnell Bernese Mountain Dogs

23/08/2026

Good morning. It's me. Kent.

I have arrived. Half of me is on the bed now — the important half, the half with the face. This is not a request. This is a status update.

There is a sound I make. You know the sound. It is not a bark and it is not a whine, it is something in between, something that says: I have needs, and they are urgent, and there are two of them. Walk. Breakfast. In some order. I am not fussy about which comes first, I am only fussy about the waiting.

I will stay exactly like this — front paws committed, back half still on the floor, full body weight leaning in — until something happens. I have all morning. I do not, in fact, have all morning. That is the whole point of the moaning.

Get up. I love you. Breakfast.

— Kent

20/08/2026

The river turned our local park into a racetrack this morning — Kia had other plans 🦆🐾

Kobi checked every section of the bank before committing to anything. Kent just went for it — no plan, all momentum. Kia spotted the ducks and wanted them. Straight into the water after them, no hesitation.

She walked home soaked and very pleased with herself. Bath and blow-dry followed immediately. Nobody comes inside smelling like the river.

Worth it, Kia?

17/08/2026

13/08/2026

Not the glamorous side of breeding. But it's the part that matters most.

Kobi, Kent, and Kia all went in for DM and von Willebrand's testing. No shortcuts, no "they look healthy so they're probably fine." We test, we wait, we make pairing decisions based on facts, not hope.

Because future puppies deserve parents who were chosen for their health, not just their pedigree.

10/08/2026

Field & Study Park, Parkmore.
A beautiful winter morning, secure parking, and a market that knows what it's doing.
Just the two boys this time — Kia stayed home, and I did not ask why. I accepted the extra attention as my due.
Kent found his people at Swag to the Wag and worked harder for a puppacino than he's worked for anything in his life. Ounooi and Nooi found coffee, donuts, a plant holder, and a pair of earrings — none of which I was consulted on.
The real moment of the day: a little girl wanted to meet Kent. She was smaller than his head. He stood completely still and let her touch his face. I stood beside him and let him have it.
A lot of people stopped to ask about Berners — what they're like, whether we breed. Good questions. Good morning. We'd go back.
— Kobi