The mad leonberger in question was my dog Bruno, of course. He loves the snow and tends to get “carried away” by it all.
Trouble is that the origins of a “Leonberger” are a mix of Newfoundland, Pyrennean Mountain and …. St Bernard. This makes him believe that his sole role in life is to save peoples lives, especially when he is out in the snows.
When some clients tried sliding down a snowslope today he ran to their rescue. Did he bring brandy? Did he bring warm clothing? No he pinned them down in the snow and slavered in their faces.
When I fell into a river after a snow bridge collapsed what did he do? He sat down in the snow and laughed, just like the clients did! Hmmmmm, think he’s got some learning to do?