Bernese Mountain Dog -

Ten minutes later, the mist parted to reveal the glowing yellow windows of the Miller farmhouse. Barnaby didn't celebrate; he didn't even wag. He simply led Sophie to the porch, waited for her to unclip the ribbon, and then promptly flopped onto the doormat with a heavy sigh that suggested he had just saved the entire world.

Are you thinking about of your own, or are you just a fan of the breed ? bernese mountain dog

Barnaby wasn’t just a dog; he was a walking, breathing rug of tricolor fluff that inhabited the slopes of the Swiss Alps. To the Miller family, he was the "Velvet Giant," a creature whose primary functions were leaning against legs until they buckled and leaning into naps with the intensity of a full-time job. Ten minutes later, the mist parted to reveal