I couldn't stopped happy crying-laughing out of sheer surprise-joy-heartmelt at seeing you, silly enormous puppy giant, just flaking out in the snow by your lonesome you precious gem baby bear booboo. I wanted to ask you if I could pet you and search out the answer in the amber pools of earnest light that were yer eyepeeps. But I was too dumbstruck by your majesty to make a move. We called you bear. I want to spoon you in front of a fireplace, make you sweaters and locally sourced dog treats. I hope our paths cross again. —Puppylove