Several years ago, when Molly was still a puppy, I was driving on a residential street in City By the Sea and saw, playing in the snow, a dog I thought might be a Berner. By the time I drove another block, it became apparent that she was actually a Greater Swiss Mountain Dog. They are a short-haired breed with similar markings to Bernese Mountain Dogs, but a short coat instead of the long double coat Berners have. This did not stop me from rolling down the window and introducing myself to her person, who seemed a bit shocked by my forwardness, but let me meet Hannah, who put her paws up and her face right next to mine.
About a year ago, Pure Luck came back from a walk and said, “I met Hannah.” I had to think hard to figure out what who he meant, but after a brief delay I exclaimed, “Hannah the Swissy?”
On Palm Sunday, a charming family came to visit our church. They introduced themselves as neighbors of a church member, inquired about membership and baptism for their young son, and then asked if the Bernese Mountain Dogs in the back of a Volvo in the parking lot were mine? Yes, I said, would you like to meet them?
After the pancake breakfast that followed worship, I went outside with them and got the dogs.
“Wait! We know these dogs!” Yes, these were the people of Hannah the Swissy.
I’m not saying the dogs were the only reason, but today they joined Small Church and I baptized their son.
As Molly would say, “Wroo-wroo!!” It’s a happy day.