This is Peace, and she is every bit as gentle as her name implies. Her dad provided a bit of back-story: she was a rescue (how lucky is that? a rescue Berner?) who came with the name, and he thought it was kind of corny, but by the time he started thinking about changing it she was already used to it, and, well, so was he. And now she’s six years old, and the name fits her like a glove.
Certainly lived up to her name around me: polite, gentle, and the friendliest thing on four feet.