Bonnie and Clyde, According to Girl

Bonnie and Clyde according to Girl: I love dogs. These were the two most adorable St. Bernards I had ever laid my eyes on. They were brother and sister from a huge litter. They were only a few weeks old when we first looked out from our kitchen window, and saw them playing in the backyard next door. The row house, with its clothesline and pulleys, often lent itself to a little harmless snooping on our neighbors without seeming too obvious.


Whenever I would hang laundry out on my clothesline, I could not help but stand and watch these huge-pawed happy little guys playing below.

As the weeks passed, we finally got to meet them. We were introduced to Bonnie and Clyde one day in the late fall, when we ran into them on the way to the cemetery. No longer little puppies, They now stood six inches taller than Mister, well on their way to their adult height and weight (which eventually could be three hundred pounds each!).

Bonnie and Clyde were the fluffy coated variety of St. Bernard.

"Won’t be long before they can carry their barrel of rescue brandy to lost Alpine skiers," I thought.

One of the other things we noticed from the window, was the deterioration of the backyard. Little by little, it became a toxic waste dump. With two huge dogs, and a postage stamp-sized yard—you get the picture.

I don’t remember if Mister came to live with us before or after Bonnie and Clyde came to the neighborhood, however if you got downwind of the yard, you would understand why not everyone should own a St. Bernard.