Living with great danes can be tricky. These gentle giants (gentle in spirit but awkward in grace) want nothing so much as to be with you, by you and on you in every moment of their lives. Not one area of your life is private nor sacred, not even the bathroom. They will pile in about your feet, competing for kisses or God forbid, sitting on your lap!
These are 180+ lbs of pure lap dog….a perpetual 2 yr old child in a oversized body with a bullwhip of a tail that’s always happy. Merely walking from room to room is a awkward dance. They’re always just in front of your feet, glancing backwards, trying to predict your every step and in the process blocking every one. But, I have become conservant in my life, used to being woken by wet noses, having my morning coffee while “holding” a dane while he sucks his blanket and nose whistles and clothes covered in hair and slobber. This is my life….and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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