“Get a Great Dane”, they said. “It’ll be fun”, they said.
Okay so I love my dog. Ms. Calliope Jane has been in my world for about a year now. She’s a beautiful dog, and I wouldn’t trade her for… Well, sometimes I would trade her for a Klondike bar.
Great Danes have always been the most intriguing breed of dog to me. They’re huge and I have always heard of them as ‘gentle giants’. I have come to the conclusion that whoever came up with that term, never owned a Dane. Don’t get me wrong, she would never intentionally hurt anything. But taking a paw to the face from a 100lb K9 is bound to leave a bruise, or three. She thinks she is a lap dog, and while its a sweet gesture, that shit hurts! I know I am a little thick, but my lap isn’t THAT big! She has also come to the conclusion that if a cat hisses, they must be saying, “I love you”, when in fact they are most likely saying, “fuck off”. Her cute face and bubbly personality makes up for A LOT and she knows it, too! She’s also extremely intelligent. I can say, “go get me your toy” and within seconds I have a slobbery frisbee in my very reluctant hand. That being said, I can say, “drop it”, “leave it”, or “no” 294,847 times a day and you’d think she was deaf.
Having Calliope in my life is nothing short of an adventure. One of those adventures where you are constantly worried about getting stung by something poisonous, and tree limbs are constantly hitting you in the face, and we can’t forget the massive amounts of money it takes for the survival gear you need to live through the adventure. This adventure is worth it though. The cuddles, and laughs, and comfort they give outweighs (quite literally) the stings, and cuts, and bruises.
So if you’re thinking about getting a Dane, make sure you know what you are in for. Lots of slobber, lots of love, lots of laughs, lots of bruises, lots of comfort, and lots of people asking, “Does she have a saddle?”
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