bernie

Bernie was dumped at our house by a carpet installer. His loss, our gain, even though we weren't too keen on the idea of having a terrier in the family. Within two hours of arriving at our house, Bernie made the first of dozens of attempts to escape our clutches and find greener pastures elsewhere. Actually, we think he just wanders off and loses track of time. But somehow he always ends up at a house with kids and/or a pool.
Go figure.

Want him? Get in line. He's got a waiting list.