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This is Marie-Claude, and she'll say hello to you as soon as she prys herself free from the beast . . . er . . . dog |
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| and here is a picture of our Great Dane, Chaos! |  |
I
don't remember if I told you about the new addition to Clan Groome - a
Harlequin Great Dane pup. Pup? 120 lbs of horse, 32"
at the shoulder, and still growing - for yet another year or so I am told.
He is 9 months old today. CKC name is "Free de Jodanard" but I call
him CHAOS! (Yes, with the !) Fitting . . . When
we registered him with CKC, I told Laura I wanted to call him "Chaos!
You s.o.b.!" But she said it was undignified . . . I asked her if
she had ever seen a "dignified' seven month old Great Dane . . .
He graduated basic obedience training last Tuesday evening, together with his lady friend, a little Heinz 57 that weighs about 20 lbs and stands all of 15". She pummels him smartly every time they meet, and he seems to love it. Typical male, eh?
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I ask M-C that question daily, if not hourly. A friend of M-C's had two of 'em. Lived up north on a zillion acres. Got divorced and had to move into an apartment in town. She was going to have to put them down. Told M-C about them. We went to see (always a fatal move!), and came home with the most beautiful and intelligent of the two. |
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His Presence is too big for a city house, but I must say he does keep out of one's way. Well, most of the time . . . I wouldn't have gotten another dog. Period. Want to be free to travel now that I am retired. But, having had experience with Irish Setters, Border Collies, and more German Shepherds than I can shake a dog biscuit at, I must say I love the Great Dane most of all. |  |
| They have the most remarkably gentle personality, soft gentle mouth (thank God!), and really become one of the family. At least once a day, I find myself groaning, "Oh God! I am talking to him like he is human! Which he is. Almost. |  |
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His Presence is something I could have happily done without had it been my call, but, having had him for nine months, I must confess I love him dearly - sort of a "love-hate" relationship, I suppose. Still, M-C really wanted him very much, so I guess that is part of the give-and-take of marriage. *sigh* |
| Oh, bloody hell! M-C is now servin' His Presence tea, en in our best A&W china to boot! En he's settin' in MY chair, by the pitcher window . . . |
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His Presence demands to be fed and, since it is my turn to make like the Cordon Blooie again this evening, I had better get crackin'. |
| So, lamb chops, smashed spuds, mixed veggies, gravey, dog food, etc., here I come . . . . Will know who got whut after we has ate. |  |
Oh
God! Tonight is "Trip To The Vet Night" again! It was so embarassing
last time, trying to struggle 137 lbs of recalcitrant horse up onto the
table . . . especially when this tiny, 90 lb, female vet put her arms around
His Presence and lofted him into place without so much as a grunt.
Mind you , I suppose if she had put her arms around me I would have leapt
up on the table too . . . oh for the days of my misguided,
but glorious youth - flying and Mess parties and prayer meetings!
