Sunday evening, we had dinner with friends at their home. The ulterior motive was a play date. Our friends asked us to bring Cami and Harry over to meet Feeney, their 3 year-old Bernese Mountain Dog.
Even though I hadn’t yet met Feeney, I was a little nervous. I’ve met lots of Berners, and if Feeney was anything like the norm, he might be in trouble. Harry’s perfectly reasonable, but Cami, as I’ve mentioned, is a true alpha, and she doesn’t care if she’s a guest in someone else’s home. She’ll get in anyone’s face.
We had a wonderful evening with our friends, though Cami snarled at Feeney a couple dozen times. Poor Feeney was such a sweet, gentle teddy bear, he just looked confused. “What did I do wrong?” He’s a gentle, lovable little guy. Well, not so little. At 120 pounds, he’s the size of six Harrys. And I’m smitten.
Meanwhile, I spent a good chunk of the visit paying attention to Feeney to distract him from the tiny punky girl who kept taking his toys. As you’d expect, we became buddies. At times I’d stop petting him and he’d reach out and put his paw on my hand, to make it clear I wasn’t done yet. And let me tell you, Feeney’s paws are enormous. We’ll keep scheduling play dates until the three dogs become friends. We hope Cami’s more mellow the next time, but no matter what, I have a new friend. Just look at that face. How could you resist?
Photo credit: Feeney, Phil Knudsen
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