This weekend, I have the pleasure of boarding Brutus, a huge (do they come any other way?) bullmastiff. He’s about 150 pounds of old dog love.
Despite his old age, size, and stiff knees, Brutus likes to play slow chase around the yard or house, with me gently grabbing his mouth and cheeks and him making happy snuffles and sneezes. But mostly, he sleeps. He will deign to get up for outside time or to follow me around, and of course he’ll get up for meals!
Bran, who weighs a tiny fraction of what Brutus does, just adores him. That little dog loves big dogs and will hang close to Brutus, looking up at him like a boy looking up at a role model.
I’m convinced that Bran thinks he’s still a puppy—he still plays like one!—and will eventually grow up into a Big Dog.
Even though I know Bran will always be small and cute, I also know he’ll always have a big dog heart, full of big dog love.
The Dog House 