Sunday, January 18, 2015

Bernie Loves Bud

This is from my my new book that will be out by next year. Bernie and My Lady are English Mastiffs not Bull Mastiffs. Pictured is My Lady and Bernie sleeping on her Pug's bed!   I do this for love from Bernie who shared time with and my boy Buddy. She is in heaven with Jetta. Bud tells us his story

 Bud: Bernie Loves Bud
I hear Bernie, my big Mastiff girlfriend, barking at me from her back yard near the beach. She loves me. Bernie barks hello to me and her dad opens the gate. She runs down the hill to meet me at our beach. She likes me, only me. Bernie is very shy so I am her only dog friend. She is a good girl. She is the biggest dog I’ve ever seen in my whole life of seven months. Bernie lives with two little Pugs. They get jealous when we play. The Pugs stay up in their patio overlooking the beach, running in circles, barking for Bernie to stop playing the chase game with me.
 Oh, no. A dog with floppy ears runs over to play with us. Shy Bernie turns and runs home to her Pugs on her patio. She is afraid. It's okay, Bernie. I’ll chase the dog off. I run after the dog and give it a couple barks. I’ll protect you, Bernie. Look, Bernie, the dog is she running away. I saved you. Bernie trots back down the stairs to play chase again. I bow and she starts into the chase. Wow, she is so fun to play with. Mom and Bernie’s dad sit on a rock to watch.

 Mom has to be careful to not get knocked down. Bernie weighs much more than she does. She would flatten Mom like a pancake if she rolled on her. I run into the waves. I love water, but Bernie stops when water touches her toes. I keep running into the water. Bernie tries to follow me, but when the water hits her ankles, she runs away. Come on in, Bernie; the water’s fun. Bernie is not a water dog.
Bernie’s dad calls her back home. She likes to curl up in the sun with her two Pugs for an afternoon nap.
Mom says, “Buddy, we still have to practice our lessons.”
Okay, Mom, but I sure like playing with my girlfriend.
“Oh, Bud, tomorrow is another day. You will see Bernie tomorrow.”
I am glad that Mom knows that Service Dogs in training need to play. I’ll dream about Bernie tonight.

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