Dear Gentle Reader, today's story may be a bit uncomfortable
for some, but in the name of science, I feel I am duty bound to proceed.
We are the proud owner of an, I believe 8 month old, special
needs Great Dane puppy. (Do not let the
fact that he has only been here 7 months & I have already lost track of how
old he is, and am calling him Clyde (the last great Dane's name) 75% of the
time, lead you to believe, that he is not, a more or less, cherished member of our family.)
Yes he has chewed up to 5 holes in various walls for unknown
reasons, yes we have bid adieu to a room or two of carpet, yes he takes stupid
to a whole new level, yes all residents and several used to be frequent guests,
have needed a bath towel to take care of unfortunate drool incidents, and yes he does have a 12 inch long tongue that
somehow always seems to fall out of his mouth, and flop on your arm when you pet him.... But in
our happy twisted little circle, he is
probably most widely recognized, for his ever growing, soon to require their
own zip code, no no special place, future puppy holders.
While we have always had large breed male dogs, we have also
always done our part to stop the leg humping epidemic, by promptly neutering Fido
on his 6 month birthday. But when we got
Max, the breeders, who have been raising Danes for 15 years said, they believe
it is better for the pups
to get a full years worth of testosterone to help keep them healthy. It sounded reasonable, so we agreed to hold off until his first birthday - with the clear understanding that one wrong move and it
would be under the knife!
to get a full years worth of testosterone to help keep them healthy. It sounded reasonable, so we agreed to hold off until his first birthday - with the clear understanding that one wrong move and it
would be under the knife!
We now spends bits of our time observing, with frightened awe,
Max, as all of him, continues to grow, and grow. Several family members have
been known, on occasion, to take a picture or two, of the aforementioned subjects,
and throw them into the family group text, and yes maybe once I did send a
close up, with no identifiable extra features to a certain offspring, who got
on my nerves that morning before school, but this is all uncharted territory,
done in the name of scientific research.
So as we watch, and wait
to see what will happen next, we debate which fruit, the aforementioned objects
closest resemble, (we have been at Kiwi for almost a week now, for those of you
playing along at home). Oh and rest
assured, there is no need for stolen glances, sneaking a peek, or awkward invasive
maneuvers, good ole Max loves nothing more than to spend his non chewing,
drooling, down time, sleeping on his back with his legs spread wide open
for all the world to see.
Be careful if you ask me how the new dog is, you may get more of an answer than you bargained for.
below, and come back again. ~
Thanks for reading !!
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