Oh, hello there, humans.
I’m Nanna, and if you’re wondering, yes, I was indeed named after that famous nanny dog from Peter Pan. You know, the one that kept everything in order while the kids flew off to Neverland? Well, I don’t fly (yet), but I do have a rather impressive skill set that involves leaning into you for love and patrolling your kingdom—I mean, yard—like a fluffy, oversized sentry.
Now, here’s where my story takes a bit of a twist. You see, before I ended up in a shelter and was welcomed to PPFT's fluffy butt family, I was abandoned and left in a garage. Yep, a garage! Can you believe it? As if a girl like me—regal and full of love—was meant to live in a cold, lonely garage. Thankfully, that chapter is closed, and I’m onto bigger and better things now.
I’m a 113-pound Saint Bernard, which means I come with a whole lot of floof and a heart the size of Neverland itself. My motto? “Lean in for love, push over a kid or two, but only out of affection.” Yes, I’m good with children, but if they’re small enough to be tipped over by a friendly nudge from this 113-pound love machine, well... they might need to brush up on their balance skills. Let’s call it "strength training." I’ve got no beef with other dogs, cats, or anyone, really. I’m a social butterfly trapped in the body of a bear, ready to make friends with anyone that crosses my path. My car ride etiquette is nothing short of royal; I hop in, sit up straight, and gaze out the window like I’m surveying my kingdom. And when it comes to public outings, I’m all for it! Take me to the café, the pet store, or just a stroll around the block—I’ll charm every passerby with my majestic presence and wagging tail.
Oh, and before you get all starry-eyed over my cuddly exterior, let’s talk about what it really means to live with a 113-pound ball of floof. First off, the fluff. You see, I come with a built-in blizzard feature. My fur will be everywhere—on your couch (even though I don’t get on it), on your clothes, in your coffee. Basically, if you’re not finding my hair in your breakfast cereal, you’ve either stopped eating breakfast or you’ve developed some kind of Saint Bernard-resistant force field. A lint roller? You’ll need that in bulk. I’ve also got the drool to match. Yeah, you might wanna invest in some extra towels. My jowls, let’s just say, like to spread the love. And by love, I mean slobber. You may find my spit splatter on walls, windows, and occasionally the ceiling (it's a talent, really). When it comes to space, you should probably know that I take up most of it. Doorways? Yep, I’ll be right in the middle of them. Hallways? Blocked. I’ll always manage to place myself exactly where you need to be. It’s part of my charm—think of it as “floof feng shui,” always making sure you're aware of my regal presence. I’m like your personal boulder with fur, and no matter how big your home is, it will suddenly feel... cozy.
Now, let’s talk about this thing you humans call "fetch." Fetch? What the heck is fetch? If you throw it, why on earth would I bring it back? That’s clearly a human’s job. I prefer the finer things in life, like lounging and supervising. But don’t get me wrong, I enjoy a bit of playtime with my fellow canine friends, just enough to get the zoomies out before settling down for a well-deserved snooze.
Oh, my house manners? Darling, I’m practically a saint—no pun intended! I don’t chew on anything that’s not a toy, and you won’t catch me digging holes in your yard (I prefer to leave landscaping to the professionals). I’m fully potty trained and use the doggie door like it’s my personal portal to adventure. Free roam of the house? Absolutely. You can trust me with that—I’m more interested in lounging around than causing any kind of ruckus. And the couch? Nope, I’m not a couch crasher. I prefer a comfy doggie bed on the floor where I can keep an eye on things. I’m the perfect balance of playful and calm, so after a little romp around the yard, I’m happy to settle in and relax. You won’t find me turning your home into a circus—unless, of course, it’s time for a surprise cuddle attack! As for that thing you call a "kennel," I’m going to have to veto that. Kennels and I, well, we’ve got history. You can try, but I will Houdini my way out of it. I prefer free roam, thank you very much. Give me a cozy bed on the floor, and I’ll snooze the night away without a peep—unless, of course, something dares to breach the perimeter. Then it’s full-on Guardian Mode Level 3. I’ll scare off any and all intruders, be they squirrels, birds, or invisible forces that only I can detect.
Thanks for checking out my story, I hope to meet you soon!
Nanna
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