Bertha

What a blessing this little dog is.  Bertha is very sweet and loving, and fits right in on the farm.  She loves to follow me around the farm, keeping me company and playing with the chickens.  Last night Bertha followed me out into the dark barnyard, illuminated by the full moon.  She planted her feet firmly on the ground, looked up at the ridge and gave a few very brave WOOF-WOOFS.  At four months old she wants to be a guard dog already.  Bertha has recently been able to get up on the sofa.  Yes, we have dog friendly sofas here.  She's very bulky and heavy and had a hard time pulling herself up.  Cuddling with Bertha is like hugging a big sack of potatoes with a very soft fur coat.  Bertha and Sadie are best friends.  The other day I noticed Bertha carrying Tinkerbell around by the scruff of her neck, like a mother cat would.  Don't think Tinkerbell was crazy about that behavior...