Does Size Matter?
16 June 2013
With a 90-pound Bernese Mountain who suffered two heat strokes a few summers ago, walking in June is limited. We go out before 9:00 am or after the sun sets.
Most of the neighbors know each other’s dogs. Usually, we know the dogs better than the people.
Toward the end of our evening stroll, we ran into the neighbors with their toy poodles and to-go cups filled with red wine.
Faith, my Bernese, sat on John’s foot, leaned against his knees, looked up, and said with her pretty brown eyes, “Please pet me.”
John asked, “Who’s this? Whose dog is this?”
His wife and I laughed. We thought he was kidding.
For the past year, I cruised the ‘hood with Mr. Sunny Sunny Bun Bun (the portly poodle with Cushing’s that either rolled in his stroller or trundled along behind the pack), Booker T. Washington Hooker (the 26-pound Cockapoo), Gus (the 16-pound teddy-bear-like poodle mix rescued from a puppy mill in Missouri), and Faith.
Somehow, with the tangled leashes and stroller, John never noticed Faith.
If size matters, it’s the little ones that get noticed.