It is 2:00 AM and he wakes up all by himself in the place he fell asleep.
He is lonely.
He goes to the door of the bedroom and stands there, crying and moaning while the Rottweiler sleeping at the end of the bed barks and snarls at him.
So, I get up and walk him past the Rottweiler and go back to bed. Ever so gently, he puts his nose underneath the covers and then very delicately
rolls the rest of his 150 lb. body onto the bed to lie on the edge with his legs dangling.
He is happy.
[Edited on 5-21-2011 by Gypsy Jan]Eli - 5-21-2011 at 07:41 AM
Thanks Jan for the smile your words have just brought me.BajaDove - 5-21-2011 at 07:45 AM
As long as you come when he calls he's got the best of his world. but if you're not over estimating the 150 lbs. he'd be better off if you helped
him walk off a few.
He's a Mostly White, Merlequin Great Dane
Gypsy Jan - 5-21-2011 at 07:51 AM
And he's not overweight.BajaDove - 5-21-2011 at 07:56 AM
Love Great Danes but never had one. I think of Baja dogs as Shepard types
Sounds like that one has it made.goldhuntress - 5-21-2011 at 08:03 AM
Sweet story Jan. Your a good Mama
We Know a Guy That Raises Dogos
Gypsy Jan - 5-21-2011 at 08:44 AM
That's the white Argentinian Mastiff and they can weigh up to 250 pounds.
He never bothers to lock his car.bajamedic - 5-21-2011 at 10:34 AM
That one eyed, deaf dog, is his name Lucky? JHwessongroup - 5-21-2011 at 11:06 AM
Must be "lucky" ... as he is with Jan...
And where else would a little baby sleep, but in bed with mom...
Fight-O
djh - 5-21-2011 at 12:45 PM
I "have" a 21 year old white cat that is deaf and has one eye....
He has already lived beyond 9 lives....... (the stories I could tell) . . . and gets around with the help of his well earned wings.
Lived in a drug house his first year,
hit twice by cars,
attacked and nearly killed by a mean doberman,
spent 4 nights in a tree just before I got home from Baja once... (the house sitter tried . . . )
total renal failure at 11 years, (I ran literally gallons of sub-cutaneous solution through him since the local vets. said it was "hopeless" and
suggested euthanasia),
walked 11 miles home along the river from a friend's who tried to adopt & nurture him (he prefers to be left the hell alone, thank you . . . with
a hisssss....)
Ol Fight-O is a legend in these parts.
Bless you Jan . . .
djhRoberto - 5-21-2011 at 02:24 PM
That's great Jan. The more I get to know people, the more I like dogs. Not original, but true. I have two, a Lab and a rescued half American
Pit-bull, half some extremely energetic breed that I have not been able to identify. The Lab is 8, the Pit-bull just turned one. I want another, just
as soon as the pit-bull mellows a little more, but my wife is indicating that she's going to put up a fight this time. Two is enough. Of course, when
she actually makes contact, she melts.
I know you are a real dog-lover, been following your canine adventures for a while now, and remember the story of that Great Dane. What I find really
interesting is that a deaf dog whimpers. I guess that's because he wasn't always deaf? Do you know how that is?
I have a friend who lives in the San Pedro Martir. She has a bevy of animals, including anywhere from 8 - 25+ dogs, depending on circumstances. She
used to have a female Dane, called Mica (short for Mi Cagona), and every time I visited we would have long conversations, that Dane and I. Every time,
I would almost take her home with me, but for one reason or another it never happened. One of the sweetest dogs I have ever known.
He Also Barks
Gypsy Jan - 5-21-2011 at 03:19 PM
And it is a real, big dog bark, not a funny truncated one.
He's been deaf since birth (we have tested him), and was born with just the one blue eye, but has no belief in in limitations.
He gallops around at top speed and flies through the dog door without hesitating. When he is in full play mode, he races through the house and jumps
over the furniture and does racing turns on the beds.
He learned to be housebroken immediately, I can't remember an "accident."
He knows hand signals for "Sit", "Stop" and "Down", you just have to catch his eye.
His name is Pilikea, the Hawaiian word for "trouble", which a real joke, since he has the sweetest, most mild personality imaginable (the grouchy
house cat has no problem with him).
The day we got him, we took him to the vet for puppy shots and because he already had been exposed to Parvo, he immediately got sick and stopped
eating. The eight-week-old, eight-pound puppy lost two pounds, just like that. We force-fed him for six days and nights. On the seventh day, he got
up off his pillow, staggered over to the dog food bowl and started eating on his own.
He's never missed a meal since.
[Edited on 5-22-2011 by Gypsy Jan]DianaT - 5-21-2011 at 09:09 PM
Quote:
Originally posted by bajamedic
That one eyed, deaf dog, is his name Lucky? JH
Any dog that she has should be named LUCKY. Maybe Lucky I, Lucky II etc.
I so remember the story of this great big baby and the parvo and I know that is was the love that brought him through all of it!
I also remember the extremely touching story of the dog on the stairs being helped and loved to cross over to the rainbow bridge---just a beautiful
story.
