I am rather large for my breed...I am 39.5 at the shoulder, that's three inches off the Guiness World Record for the worlds tallest dog, which is a Great Dane, a Harlequin named Gibson. Would you believe he is a therapy dog too?
Mama has some grand plans for me...and that's working with the Special Olympics. Those are sturdy athletes and they are full of life and very exuberant. So my thought was they need a therapy dog to hoot and holler for them at the Games...but them little dogs just can't hold up to the big giant hugs and kisses they give.
Mama didn't think of this when she brought me home as a pup, she just thought 'therapy dog'. But God had other plans, MY SIZE for one, and my sweet dispostion, and the fact that I LOVE TO BE HUGGED! I know that is my job, I go to people all the time...mama says 'wait they may not like dogs' and I say 'rats mama, who doesn't like Danes, great big ole Danes with floppy, uncontrollable ears."
But she insists that I shouldn't just charge up to everyone I see and present my side for petting. Unfortunately she provides the food and transportation, and she is at the other end of the leash...so I am learning to just wait til she says it's ok.
So, this is my first blog. How do you like it so far? You see, that's another one of my talents, I can 'nose type' which means that I don't have to rely on her to do my blogging. I had tried barking at the mouse, but it just wouldn't move...but...aha! now nose typing that's another thing altogether!!
