It would have to be my dog, Bobo. Cute story here. Bobo just showed up one winter day and my mother found him asleep on our front porch. Being a rather large dog (he weighed 130 lbs.) he almost scared my mom to death when she went outside to get the paper. Bobo was huge on his own, but he also had this thick, black curly fur that was long and bushy. My dad said a mammoth had nested on our porch.
I was seven at the time and after my parents posted notices around the neighborhood, at the vets office and in the local paper that no one answered, I got my wish and we kept this big "baby" of a dog.
Being a somewhat skinny kid at 65lbs. our vet told me to make sure that I was careful not let myself get under Bobo when were playing as I might get hurt. But there was no worry there as this dog was just so protective and sweet.
With the exception of the mailman (it was the only time I ever heard Bobo growl) this dog loved everyone.
One time I thought I'd try to find out exactly what this dog was and got a book on dogs from the school library. I went to to the vet's office and told them I thought he was a mix of St. Bernard and Standard Poodle. The nurse there said that would about as close as anyone would ever come!
My mom also loved this dog and she had coffee with him every morning. Literally. Bobo loved to eat and my mom gave him a large bowl of coffee, with cream no sugar, every morning. She'd float toast in it or sometimes as a treat a plain donut or two. He emptied this bowl in about 10 seconds flat.
The inevitable day came when we lost Bobo, and even though it was many years later I was just so sick over it. He was the best friend a kid could ever have!
Stay healthy,
Nancy Welker
BellaOnline Yoga Editor