Blog Post Twelve

Afternoons with Bernie: Ball Games and Gentle Giants

Continuing from our hedge-bound escapades, Bernie’s adventures take a turn into the leisurely afternoons of summer. Picture this: a serene patio, the air thick with the scent of blooming flowers, and there we are, basking in the warmth of the season, refreshments in hand. But tranquility is a fleeting guest when Bernie is around, his eyes alight with the thrill of the chase, his beloved ball ready for another round of fetch over the hedge and into the yard.

One might ponder whether Bernie will ever outgrow this exuberant display of energy. Yet, in my heart, I harbor a silent wish that these days stretch infinitely, that Bernie’s youthful zest remains unbridled by the passage of time.

The spell of play is momentarily broken by the allure of snacks. With the rustle of a packet, Bernie transforms from a daring athlete to a gentle giant, weaving between our legs, momentarily forgetting his imposing stature. It’s in these moments that Bernie’s true nature shines through — a creature of immense power, yet governed by an even greater heart.

Despite his size, Bernie never uses it to his advantage, showcasing a restraint and thoughtfulness that is nothing short of admirable. His presence is a gentle reminder of the bond we share, built on mutual respect and understanding.

As the sun dips lower, casting long shadows over our game of fetch and nibbles, I find myself grateful for the joy Bernie brings into our lives. His antics, his gentle nature, and his unyielding spirit are daily lessons in love and laughter.

Stay tuned for our next tale, where the calm of the early morning is broken by the watchful eyes of Bernie and Tango, guardians of the dawn, as I venture out into the quiet lake. Their story is a testament to the silent bonds and quiet moments that define our journey together.