One day I will go to Finland, and I will meet this man and I will pet his giant shaggy dog. We will become friends. I'm pretty sure he'll kill me and wear my teeth as a necklace, but you know, what're you gonna do?
You will spend winter together, debating the merits of nihilism, drinking ale and laughing of the ale you have drank. He will teach you inside the frost covered cabin you share how to laugh heartily, and unashamed, and you will teach him to love again.
It looks like one of those dogs you're supposed to trim or comb to get their excess fur off, otherwise they just overgrow and eventually the dog won't be even able to move.