Bernese Mountain Dog Names Novels & Stories

Mia's POV The autumn breeze carried the scent of fallen leaves as I watched Gasoline bound across the park lawn, his golden-brown fur catching the morning light. He raced ahead, then circled back, as if making sure I was still following. For a former stray, he'd adapted remarkably fast and well to domestic life - though his enthusiasm sometimes overwhelmed even me. "Gasoline!" I called as he charged toward a group of dogs near the walking path. "Be nice!" "Interesting name choice," Nate commented beside me, expertly handling the leashes of his three dogs. "Most people go with Max or Buddy."

I reply, and he laughs. "Pomeranians are cute, but they don't grow big, so that's something to consider. Plus, I don't have any of them. I do, however, have Bernese Mountain and Golden retrievers. Both are cute and might slightly lessen the amount they want you dead." He laughs and walks through, and I follow. I watch as he points between the two, but I'm not sure. "I would say the Bernese Mountain. They are cuter, in my opinion, and most women run to those as well when they are puppies." He shrugs slightly.

Nizhoni smiled wider. “Jack, Zhoni and I have a surprise for you.” Jaxsen smiled. “You do? What is it?” “You ready?” Jaxsen nodded, biting his lower lip. When Sebastian opened the truck door Jaxsen gasped. “He’s mine?” Sebastian knelt down next to the very large dog that sat expectantly at Jaxsen’s feet, and stroked his back. “Yep. And he’s still pretty young. Not quite a year yet. His name is Cannibal.”