Posted on 04/12/2016 6:27:04 AM PDT by JoeProBono
You ought to see my Dane and Pitador go at it in Doggie WWE. Looks and sounds like they’re trying to kill eash other, but neither gets hurt.
A neighbor of mine has one he walks in the park, and the dog loves to watch me feed the squirrels. He is very curious about the squirrels, but I told him not to bother them and he understands, he stands behind and won’t growl at them while I’m there feeding them.
The squirrels are still understandably jumpy when he is nearby though :)
Marmaduke?
Great Danes can climb trees? Who knew?
Dumb dog, cats wait till you arrive to help them then jump down.............
I think someone has Dane bramage.
Either that’s an awfully small girl or a VERY big puppy dog.
Wouldn’t want to be licked by him/her, I am not that great a swimmer.
Forced perspective, I think.
Since my 2 labs were in the house, I knew with ontological certainty the meals would be gone when I got home. So without checking to confirm, I went back to the same cafeteria and got 2 more meals. The cashier laughed when I explained why I was back.
When I got home, sure enough.
When my youngest son was 5, he came home from kindergarten all breathless saying, “Mommy, a tiger followed me home from school.”
Of course I said, “Don’t be silly” and looked out and saw a giant, brindle, Great Dane holding 2 elderly neighbors hostage in their car. He did look like a tiger. When he saw us, he loped across the street and came up on the front porch. At the time, I knew nothing about dogs and was rather afraid of them. He seemed friendly, however, and allowed me to look at his tags. I could see that he lived in the next town, quite some distance away, so I allowed him to come in while I called his owner. Nobody answered.
Stanley hung around my house all afternoon and was a perfect gentleman. My cat was wary, but Stanley was respectful. I kept calling with no answer at his phone number. Finally at 5 pm I started to fix dinner, and Stanley snuffled my counter top, which I found intolerable. He seemed agitated and wanted to go out. So, I opened the door, and he took off down the street at a rate so fast that I realized that he didn’t live so far away after all. He seemed to know right where he was going.
I finally contacted his owners at 8 pm and they hadn’t even missed him. He’d been waiting at home when they got home from work. Later I saw Stanley again with a huge German Shepherd waiting outside a local super market. His owners were buying food for themselves with Food Stamps (which were new in those days). I felt sorry for those dogs.
We;ve never forgotten Stanley.
Yikes, what a monster!
>>> Since my 2 labs were in the house, I knew with ontological certainty the meals would be gone when I got home.
LOL My better half is a cat man. He’s learning the hard way about labs. Friendlier & happier than a cat, but food must be secreted in the microwave or oven if not the fridge.
All those proudly made corn cakes, and leftover sausage left to drain on paper towels...!
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