Busted Dareos!
Notice the time I'm posting... I've just got back from dropping Funkstar off at the Airport...
I drive very well thank-you-very-much.
I had a wicked weekend but I am sooo aching today.
How was everyone else's weekend?
Last edited by tiggerai; 21-05-2007 at 06:38 AM. Reason: I'm tired...
The weekend in Brussels was excellent. We had a long weekend (Thursday - Sunday) and decent weather so it was off to the forest with bread and cheese and ham and beer and the puppy.
Also I got a bit hammered with my daughter over Skype on Saturday night. Thank God for Skype. We can sit and play music together and chat and I gave her a tour of the garden (WiFi laptop and webcam) and then we sit and have a beer or two whilst discussing her upcoming exams on Romanticism and Ethics.
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Ahhh Cute widdle poopy!
His name is Grendel and he is a fierce, killer, protector dog.
And he loves his bunny.
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That's like mine...
Fierce killer Alsatian, who defects to ALL the cats and thinks he's a chihauhua.
My Dog just passed away - but he was the best:
Bazzlad, your dog was a Dane?
I had two Danes, both Harlequins. One, Rolf, was the best dog in the world, the other, Bailey, was not far off. The saddest thing about Great Danes is that their hearts are as big in size as they are in spirit, and cardiomyopathy gets many of them. My Rolf was only 7 years old.
Rolf with my daughter.
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Yeah mate, I've had Danes since I was born - there's no other dogs for me, I can't have any others - they just don't compare.
We got Merlin 1 to the age of 16. The vet reckons it could be a record - he's never heard of anything like it - however Merlin 2* (the one in the picture) only got to 6 a big loss to the whole family.
* Note we didn't name him Merlin - the owners before us had named him Merlin in honour of our dog - who was a local legend (all Danes are) and then figured out the hard way that Danes are NOT easy to look after - then asked us to.
IGNORE THE HAIR/TSHIRT. I WAS 18 AND COOL
EDIT:
Just noticed behind my head you can see a pic of Merlin1 .
That is a couple of HUGE dogs!
Spent part of sunday afternoon in a park in MK surrounded by dogs with Tigs and her folks.
I wish i could have a dog
BTW, got the bus back into Aberdeen too. Saved a total of £26 against getting Taxis! Sweet. Thats the three CD's i got at the weekend payed for
He is a beautiful dog.
I had only two Danes, but I agree, after a Dane anything else is a compromise. However, I live a migratory life and it's just not fair to have big dogs that get stuck in kennels whenever I have to move.
Rolf was 80Kgs, that's 176 lbs or 11 stone. He was the biggest Dane I ever saw, but he was as sweet as a kitten, gentle as a butterfly and smarter than all of the Americans who voted for George W Bush.
Just to illustrate his greatness, he was my dog, but loved my family too. Of course.
One day my wife wondered what he would do if I attacked her, who would he defend? I said "let's find out" and smacked the back of the sofa behind her. Rolf leaped up and sat next to her, so I hit the sofa again, but my hand never got there. Rolf grabbed my wrist in his teeth, firmly enough that I couldn't hit, but not hard enough to hurt or break the skin.
Best dog in the world.
Last edited by Brucelles; 21-05-2007 at 10:47 AM. Reason: Add compliment
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Don't listen to him Tiggerai hon, he sent me a carrier pigeon telling me all about your driving!
I used to do deliveries in the evening back when i was around 16 or so, i walked through a garden gate and up to the open door and as i did so a huge great dane came charging out, loped up to me, put his front paws on my shoulders (i'm 6'4) and proceeded to give my face a wash with his tongue.
2 seconds later, a wee wumman (glasgow term for a lady of diminutive proportions) of about 4'10 comes running to the door and yanks on his trailing lead yelling "get off him Tiny ya silly dug, leave the poor lad alone"
I swear she could have ridden this dog like a horse
Yeah, that beats both of my Merlins, I think they were both around 10 stone. Still mahoosive though
If me and my brother ever had a fight Merlin would rush in the middle of us, look at us in turn and bark at us until we stopped. Or just nibble one of our arms. Both ways worked.One day my wife wondered what he would do if I attacked her, who would he defend? I said "let's find out" and smacked the back of the sofa behind her. Rolf leaped up and sat next to her, so I hit the sofa again, but my hand never got there. Rolf grabbed my wrist in his teeth, firmly enough that I couldn't hit, but not hard enough to hurt or break the skin.
Best dog in the world.
My mom's 4"11, and got a lot of strange looks walking with a dog nearly her height
The funniest thing I have ever seen was before Merlin 2 had his nuts off. He was one horny dog - he constantly snuck up behind my friend Ginger Dave, jumped up, both paws on his shoulders and forced him to bend over! Anyway, one day my brother brings his business partner back to the house to discuss business, he's all suited and booted, but a little nervous of Merlin.
The meeting with my mom goes great, he gets up and walks to mom to shake her hand. Merlin sprints the length of the room and dives at him. On him. Merlin's now on top of Chad, (who's flat on his back underneath my dane) Merlin's crotch is on his face - his "lipstick" rolling over his face - and NO one can help him. We've all collapsed with laughter - he must have been there for 3 traumatic minutes before mom dragged Merlin off him.
Chad NEVER returned to my house.
Bazzlad, I had tears rolling down my face picturing that.
My second Dane, Bailey, was abused as a puppy, beaten and starved and then his owners went on vacation and left him chained in their back garden in Dubai in Summer with no water or food. Eventually next door's gardener called the local RSPCA equivalent and they rescued him. Rolf was dead by then so the vet suggested they call me. So I took on BAiley..
He was deaf and was a bugger to train as he couldn't hear "Come back". He liked to catch crabs in the still, shallow water of the Gulf, whereupon they would nip his top lip and he'd let them go. One day we cam across an Arab guy who had squatted in the water to take a dump, but when we arrived he dipped his butt and nuts in the water as concealment. Bailey wasn't fooled though and went over and stood looking down at this guys tackle under water, and I was shouting "Bailey. No. It's not a crab" but he couldn't hear me. Eventually Bailey darted at the Arab's goody bag and I have no idea whether or not he made contact or not, but the chap forgot modesty and leapt up and ran off.
This is Bailey when we first got him. About 6 months old and small for it.
He'd spent 2 weeks in the vet's by then, some of them on a drip. He grew up big and healthy, though with bent front legs, but he never weighed much, around 54 Kgs, but he was a great dog and learned sign language.
Last edited by Brucelles; 21-05-2007 at 12:14 PM. Reason: Sorry, that's 54 Kgs
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