bernese mountain dog
When we walked into our friends’ housewarming party and saw this little guy, I pretty much threw myself onto the floor in seconds. You think I’m exaggerating, but I’m not. I even said to my friends “Sorry I know I’m being rude, but I’m going to be distracted for a bit before I come talk to you”. This little guy with his monster paws, good looks and sleepy eyes stole my attention totally. We bonded over my scarf (him chewing it), my shoes (him drooling and resting on them), tug-o-war (him growling as I wouldn’t let him win, hee hee), cuddling on the floor (him licking my face, me giggling). I can’t wait to watch as he grows up. And up. And up.
We didn’t take our dog to this party as we weren’t sure if it was appropriate. Boy, did he sniff me when we picked him up from my mum’s. I found myself apologising again “It was just a fling with a puppy, it meant nothing. You’re still my number one dog”.