After falling head over heels in love with a true Swiss St. Bernard pup in Switzerland, I asked Mr. B to get me one for my birthday. He delivered, with a stuffed one. It even had the whiskey barrel around the neck and a Swiss flag emblem.
It wasn't mine for long. Monty stole him off my desk while I ran errands one day. He snuggled him, licked him, and treated him like a pup of his very own.
That only lasted a few hours.
He's now missing both ears, the whiskey barrel, nose and is about to lose a leg.
Yet, he still snuggles him. #bipolardog
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