Because this is the dog I fell in love with on the streets of Helena, Montana. A Newfoundland. A furry bear-like dog about as suited for living in the South as my displaced Yankee college professor friend who teaches ceramics at the University of Tennessee. That's right. You know who I'm talking about.
But I digress. Where was I? Oh yes, about to profess my undying love for my sweet old Tucker dog. Don’t get me wrong. I love my elderly black Labrador retriever, my adorable and loyal Tucker. She is the best girl (after Miss M, of course). After my stint in the Montana wilderness, Tucker and I had a semi-hysterical reunion dancing around each other emitting high-pitched squeals of joy. Then we sat on each other. It's what we do.
But Tucker needs a friend, don’t you think? A big, fluffy friend.
Oh, it's love. True big fluffy dog love.