Damn I bet and lost a fin on Juniper, the Great Pyrenees, to make a touchdown by half time. I've always wondered why I got stuck with this breed and, as a bull headed man, believe it's because I deserve them.
Everyone says Pyrs are "independent" but I've come to understand that's a euphemism. They don't listen and they don't mind. Still, I'd bet on em everytime.
And true to their nature, she was a beauty, full of playful joy and, what I think I love about Pyrenees the most, puckish impudence. I'll just add the $5 to the heaping mound of money I've spent on them in my lifetime but be grateful I'm still far, far on the plus side. Damnit. Next year, I hope they have a Dachshund.