I’m often asked why I love Saint Bernards so much. I really seem to struggle with a good, concise answer. To be honest, I have always been drawn to them, their size and fluffy fur despite being from the generation that refers to Saint Bernards as “Cujo” (yes I know that dates me). These days kids/people see them and shreek out “BEETHOVEN” – yes, just like Beethoven. This of course is immediately followed up with “does he slobber as much as Beethoven?” They do drool, but not like that!
One day I was going through a box of old photos and I came across this old 8×10 black and white photo from my first Christmas. My dad is holding me next to my first present, Bernie the GIANT stuffed Saint Bernard.
Even though I didnt have my first “real” saint until I was in my 30's, I think I’d have to say my love of saints was definitely imprinted on me from birth. Thanks Daddy!
The second photo is of me when I was about 18 months old with the same Bernie. I had that stuffed animal for several years. I dont know what ever happened to it though.
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