I’m actually in the middle of pulling my old data off my computer and onto my new one. I have re-downloaded my old pictures off Ponibooru, and will be retyping them as I can, but unfortunately, between a 58 hour week, some other writing projects and taking care of six cats and a forgetful grandmother, these things are going to have some slippage.

Giant Neckbeard, I beg of you, please keep your Pastebin complete and up to date if you have the tome. A lot of your old work, like the “Apple Acres” series, isn’t there and none of your newer stuff is. Since Ponybooru isn’t going to be around much longer it would be awesome to have it all archived there.

I wonder how it’d end if an abuser were to visit that particular house… probably he’d go for the foals, only to be confronted by a quarter ton of angry dog (and no matter what they tell you, an angry st. Bernard is scary!)

Which is why he separated them after the birth.

That’s a very cute story, but I’m really not sure I’d trust a dog around other newborn animals. However gentle and relaxed the dog there still seem to be way too many ways for that to go horribly wrong.

Great story.

Now that was some grade A hugbox. Excellent job.

oh saintbernards, the gentle giant of the dogs… i n headcanon they must be the obly ones that don`t attack fluffies on their own
 
i´m a cat person and i love those dogs

Awesome story, neckbeard

That image in my head is adorable.  
I am positive, you’re my favourite fluffy author.

Yep. Pity, it’s a very sweet story. A st. Bernard, huh? The difference in size must be almost absurd…

You’re correct. Damn. I didn’t think the Image was that big!
 

 
>“In the morning, I promise, Bruce can come in and check on your foals, but right now, he’d step on one, and you’d both be crying.” Daddy says as he comes back from putting Bruce back outside. “Give it a few days. You have Foals to look after right now.”
 
>Daddy is Smart, so he must be right.
 
>But as the Light goes out, and your little pale-blue night-light starts to glow, you feel so sad that Bruce has to sleep outside in the cold, while you and your babies get to sleep inside the house where it’s warm.
 
>Promise yourself that, tomorrow, you’ll leave the babies somewhere safe for a few minutes, and push-the-ball with Bruce like you used to.
 
>Daddy did say it was alright, after all!

It looks like some of it got cut off.