of a Saint, with hair texture that’s a slightly wavy combo — making her look more like a scraggly stuffed animal, rather than a real puppy. Too cute. One of the most loving dogs I’ve ever had.
I’ve always loved huge Saint Bernards, adopting several at a time.
One 190-pound girl was my soul mate. Brilliant and gentle pup. Easily trainable. She became a Comfort Therapy dog who worked with the nonprofit I founded to serve at-risk kids. With my literary leanings, I taught her to read flash cards, which amazed kids with learning disabilities as they watched her sit, lie down, or high-five from reading the cards. Kids figured, “If a dog can read, then so can I.” 
A miracle to watch. Paxton (named after the goddess of peace, serenity, intelligence, and strength), accompanied me on long treks across the country to schools, churches and shelters after disasters to donate kids books I write, as well as food, diapers, blankets, toys, etc., and to comfort kids traumatized from losing their parents or homes in a hurricane or tornado. It was such a joy to watch the children interact with her.
But the pain and heartbreak of losing Paxton and my other Saints after their short life spans has been unbearable.
That’s why this time I adopted my sweet mini Saint mix. Her life expectancy is more than twice that of a full-breed SB. One of the best decisions I’ve ever made. (Even if her “potty outside” skills need more work. 
She’s worth every moment of clean-up — and more.)
Sounds like you have several pets, too.
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