RE: Berners & their special cars

[Molly Palmer]

So now the world knows that Santa is not as devoted to his adoring mother as
she would have everyone believe.  (Sniff!)

I am currently trying to work out just how to successfully negotiate with my
father for the provision of one dark green Range Rover, fully equipped with
a hunky (and very strong) chauffeur to enable me to travel in it with Santa.
I'm not holding out much hope here but I promised Santa I would try.  (The
chauffeur would be vital, as I'm not convinced of Santa's ability to reach
the pedals, even if he thinks he can drive.)

Molly & Santa


-----Original Message-----
From: Michaela Simmons [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED]
Sent: 27 March 2003 14:08
To: Molly Palmer
Cc: Bernese Mountain Dog Mailing List
Subject: Re: Berners & their special cars


Molly wrote:

> Santa, too, has a "special" car that he prefers to ride in.
Unfortunately,
> it is the aforementioned dark green Range Rover belonging to Michaela
> Simmons!  Santa absolutely adores it and becomes fairly uncontrollable in
> his efforts to throw himself aboard.

This is very true. And  I am flattered. But what bugs me is that not only
does he want to ride in it, he hops into the drivers seat and sits there
like a gargantuan
grinning Cheshire Cat apparently insisting on taking over the wheel. Only
lenghty negotiations involving copious amounts of treats  and convoluted
discussions about ownership rights will make him shift. My diplomatic skills
displayed at those occasions would make Tony Blair weep with envy.

Let me tell you all a story of  Santa's true devotion to the "cool car of
his dreams". When Rupert was still a small puppy, Molly, Santa and I met up
for a walk. We took our 3 boys for a nice little stroll and then Molly took
young Rupert home in her car and I continued to walk on with the two "Big
boys", Harvey & Santa. We waked on merrily as Molly drove out of the
carpark. Santa, like a tornado from hell, turned around and hurtled back to
said carpark. Now visualise this: carpark, road right beside it ( not a very
busy road, but a road), cars coming from both directions and my friend's dog
she entrusted me with is racing straight into the road. Obviously, I thought
he was trying to follow his Mum. Calling him fell on stonily deaf ears.

Haha!  It transpired that the dear boy didn't give two hoots that his mom
had just disappeared. He slammed on his brakes just before the road ( thank
you God. Thankyouthankyouthankyou!) sverved sharply into the carpark and sat
beside my car. His paw was placed longingly onto the back bumper. That's all
he wanted - a ride in the "cool car". Whether his human had gone to Timbakto
or wherever was of no immediate concern to him. A ride in the cool car was.

And that from a breed whose characteristics are cited as " devoted and
loyal". Yeah, to the brand of car, maybe....

Michaela, Harvey & Ruert
Devon/UK





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