Bernie is two hundred and eighty pounds of OH MY GOD wrapped in a svelte 25 to 30 pound frame. She looks just like a golden retriever, but she’s eight months old and won’t be getting much bigger and she’s so little and adorable and happy she makes you want to just pick her up and tuck her under one arm and saunter off whistling. Autumn and I delayed her parents for far longer than should probably be legal. They were good sports about it, thank goodness.
It really is hard to get a sense of scale here. Trust me… she’s tiny.
Some days, I really need something or someone to give me a look like that. It says, ‘HOORAY, IT’S YOU!’ It’s not something most human beings see too often, apart from a dog.
If that doesn’t make you want to get up from your chair and go find a dog to hug, there’s something wrong with you.
My great goal in life is to be the person this dog thinks I am. Or just about any dog, really.