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The center of attention

Posted on by William Douthwaite
Photo by Pixabay: https://www.pexels.com/photo/adult-tan-great-dane-532310/

When we take our Great Dane to the farmer’s market, we’re the center of attention. Not only does everyone want to pet the dog, but everyone has a Great Dane story.

After we got some Kenyan coffee, we sat in a sunny spot to people watch. A woman sat near us and shared that she had owned a Great Dane when she lived in Washington state. His name was Ares, he was a fawn, and he weighed in at… wait for it… 220 pounds! That’s twice as big as our big dog!

Susan told us that when she got Ares, the breeder told her he would only live five years. She had him for ten! She cooked all of his food since he ate so much. He filled up the entire back of a Toyota Forerunner with all the back seats folded down.

On a hike in the woods, a black bear suddenly appeared on the trail ahead of them. They froze and stared at the bear. The bear froze and stared at the dog. After a moment, he turned and walked the other way, intimidated by the size of the beast.

While waiting in traffic caused by an accident, a state highway trooper approached her car, looked in the window, and wondered out loud, “What is that?” The sheer size of Ares not only piqued curiosity, but commanded respect.

The pictures she showed us of Ares were amazing. While our big dog takes up any one of our love seats, Ares stretched out the length of a sofa, filled up the back of an SUV, and needed a king-sized bed to get comfortable at night.

I’ll bet Ares was the center of attention wherever he went!

If you want to see more of our big dog, check out her Instagram.

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The Truth About Marrow Bones: Dogs Love Them, Prices Skyrocket

Posted on by William Douthwaite

My dogs wonder, “Why don’t you buy marrow bones for us anymore?”

“Have you seen the prices?”

Marrow bones used to be scraps from the butcher. Now they are high demand and therefore high-priced products. Bone broth is a trendy nutritional staple now.

The price of beef is up. So every part of the cow is more expensive.

Some people blame COVID. People stayed home and learned to cook, so the demand for meat went up.

Some blame a higher minimum wage. The money to pay stock clerks at the grocery has to come from somewhere.

But the dogs love these things. Somehow, they can extract the marrow from the middle of a slice of bone. It’s good for them, too. Chewing these bones scrapes some of the plaque and tartar off their teeth, delaying a dental cleaning.

When I give the dogs a bone, they are focused. One hundred percent of their attention and energy is devoted to scraping every speck of marrow from that slice of cow bone. They are obsessed with that one inch slide of bone.

Okay, so I guess it’s worth it. I love my dogs, and they love bones. A win-win?

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We (should have) brought our dog

Posted on by William Douthwaite

We opened a bank account for our small business, a task that involved actually talking to a senior relationship specialist at a local credit union. Since I do most banking online or at an ATM, I rarely go in person unless I need some smaller denomination of currency for a garage sale or vendor market.

On this day, lots of people were there at the bank. A receptionist greeted us and made note of our arrival for an appointment. A line of people waited to see a teller while others waited like us to talk to one of the specialists.

As one young lady finished up, I saw her walk out carrying a fuzzy white dog. I told my wife, “We should have brought our dog!” I would not have been carrying my Great Dane into the bank, but I would have enjoyed the reactions from everyone who saw her. She has a way of attracting attention.

So when we headed out to a farmer’s market this morning, I knew we had to take her with us. I was not disappointed. Vendors and customers alike greeted, pet, complimented, and ooohed and aaahed about her size, color, and the silly look on her face. Lots of folks had little dog biscuits for her, told their Great Dane stories (everyone has a Great Dane story) and showed me pictures of their dogs.

She loved the attention. To be honest, we loved the attention. One of the reasons we got a Great Dane was to be the center of attention and a topic of discussion wherever we went. She can’t talk, but she’s a conversation starter.

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It’s a bird…it’s a plane…it’s the moon

Posted on by William Douthwaite

My wife and were sitting out back admiring the half moon hanging out in the southern sky. The evening was just a few degrees cooler and a bit less humid, so it was a beautiful evening on the patio.

We weren’t alone. The Great Dane was with us, sitting on the stone pavers, looking up at the moon. She did not simply look up and then head off to sniff something, but saw there and gazed up for a few minutes.

I never thought dogs saw the world two-dimensionally. She is usually focused on what’s in front of her, or at least what’s in front of her nose. But she notices birds sitting up on utility poles and wires. She hears and watches single engine planes pass overhead. She scans the pine trees at dawn, hoping to catch a glimpse of the owl hooting overhead.

l’m fascinated by what our dogs notice as we walk through the neighborhood or a nearby park. I don’t think her eyesight is all that great, but she never misses a motionless bunny by the side of the road, a tiny lizard stuck to the side of the house, or a hawk gliding just overhead.

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The big, ferocious dog behind the window

Posted on by William Douthwaite
Photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash

He either smelled us coming or he heard us. All I know is he was big, had a substantial woof, and was not happy that the big dog and I dared to walk on the road in front of his house.

My Great Dane was mildly interested in what he had to say, but was quickly distracted by the brave bunny sitting very still by the side of the road.

I was entertained by the beast in the house, wildly jumping, barking, and pawing at the window. With each lunge he got hold of some curtains, pulling them from the rod.

I asked my dog, “What’s he saying?” And, “Why is he so upset?” I assume all dogs speak the same language, but none of my dogs have been willing to translate for me. I can only assume it’s a fierce warning to move along and never, ever return.

We’re soon out of sight, but we’ll be back tomorrow. And I have feeling we’ll have the same conversation.

My big dog isn’t concerned by neighbors walking their dogs. But she hears the beep when someone pushes a key fob or starts up a truck or opens a garage door. Then she’s got something to say. Probably a big woof that means, “Who’s that? What was that? Did you hear that?” Thankfully, she doesn’t paw at the blinds. She just leave a bunch of nose prints on the window.

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Turtling

Posted on by William Douthwaite

We’ve got a turtle in our neighborhood. Sometimes he camps out in our driveway, driving our little dog nuts. Other times we find him in the middle of the street, just daring the traffic to drive by. This morning, our big dog encountered the turtle!

Yeah, he quickly shut himself up tight as a drum when that big nose came in for a sniff. The big girl was fascinated by this elusive playmate who wouldn’t come out to play. It wasn’t until we were thirty feet away that the turtle poked his head out to see what was going on. We watched from a distance as he moved surprisingly fast into the wooded lot just up the street.

Why are turtles so fascinating to dogs and to people? They are easy to catch, but hard to get to know. They are both secluded and right there in the middle of the street. They are always at home, their houses on their back. But they withdraw when you try to get to know them.

Who else carries their home with them? Snails, hermit crabs (borrowed homes), and full time RV-ers. Backpackers on the Appalachian Trail? Cross-country bike riders? I find that self-sufficiency fascinating.

We used to have a hybrid camper trailer. The ends folded out into the tent-like sleeping areas. If we didn’t want to open up the ends because of a storm, we could just shut ourselves in safe and secure, a technique called “turtling.”

I’ll bet we all have moments when we want to “turtle.” Just pull our heads, hands, and feet in and shut ourselves off from the world.

Just for a moment.

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Another batch of friends at the dog park

Posted on by William Douthwaite

Yesterday’s trip to the dog park was fun. You can tell I enjoy these outings because I like to write about them. We went before lunchtime since lots of storms were predicted for the afternoon (none of which materialized, by the way.)

These are my two, enjoying our morning outing.

Only one dog was wandering around the park, and from a distance it looked like another Great Dane, a harlequin, white with big, beautiful black spots. Once we got closer, though, he just didn’t have the size or the head shape of a Great Dane. His name was Duke, and when his owner brought him home from the animal shelter at eight weeks, she thought he might be at least part Great Dane. But it wasn’t in his DNA. Her previous dog was a Great Dane, and she was so thrilled to see Willow, our dane.

They had to leave after just a few minutes chasing around with our dogs, but a few more came right after. There was Cotton, a little white, one-eyed, fluffy Havanese. When Winston, our slightly larger White West Highland Terrier looked at him, it must have been like looking in a mirror. Cotton’s owner used to take him to the adjacent small dog park, but the little dogs wouldn’t run around. They just laid there near their people. So she started bringing him to the big dog park, where there’s lots of action.

He was accompanied by an eight-month-old Basenji named Fawn. She had a wonderful curly tail that looped around twice. I learned that a Bazenji doesn’t shed and is hypoallergenic. The four of them raced and hopped around getting to know each other, but it soon became clear that the smallest, Cotton, was the Alpha of this impromtu pack.

Before long, we were joined by Buddy, a small black Lab/Shepherd mix sporting a vest which announced, “In training – do not pet.” His owner and trainer had walked him around the outside of the dog park before bringing him in, letting him acclimate to these new surroundings. He was very friendly, approaching all the owners, hoping for some attention, but we all respected his restrictions.

We were joined by Samantha, an older, affectionate, mid-sized mixed breed who soaked up all the petting and scritches she could coax out of the humans.

It was a typical hot summer day, so the dogs spent as much time drinking water from five-gallon buckets as they did running around with each other. I find it curious and amusing that though I left knowing the names of all the dogs I met that day, I didn’t get any of the owners’ names. I need to make sure I get to know them as well as their dogs!

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A hot afternoon at the dog park

Posted on by William Douthwaite

I’ve often said, “You can tell how hot it is by the length of their tongues.” Today’s 90-degree afternoon prompted lots of long-tongue panting after just a few minutes of racing around the dog park.

A beautiful black lab and a friendly springer spaniel greeted us at the dog park gate. They had been there a while, so they were a little tired from the heat. Before long a couple of airedales joined us, but they were all about swimming in the pond.

Two five-gallon buckets and a small bowl of water were under the pavilion. All the dogs lapped up what sounded like quarts of water every few minutes.

The spaniel was on high alert, racing after electric bikes and scooters on the other side of the fence. Our great dane joined him for a few chases, but soon tired of that game. The same spaniel jumped the fence and took a dip in the pond, too.

The lab must have been there for a while. He laid down in a nice cool spot in the dirt and watched everyone else run around. His owner shared that the far gate to the pond was only held shut by a bungee cord. His dogs knew how to push their way in and out when they felt like taking a dip. I told them not to teach my dogs any tricks like that.

A Disney-themed birthday party was in full swing in a pavilion just outside the dog park fence. Partiers were surrounded by pink and purple balloons as familiar movie songs filled the air.

When I took a walk around the pond to prompt our big dog to sprint and burn off energy, I saw no dogs in the adjacent small dog park. Zero. Too hot I guess.

My two happily trotted to the gate when I said, “Ready to go for a ride?” Half-an-hour was enough to wear them out. When we got home, they continued to pant for another thirty minutes, before stretching out on the cool tile floor.

I’m glad we went for a short ride across town to the dog park on a steamy afternoon. They’ll crash for the rest of the night, tired and content.

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We are safe and sound

Posted on by William Douthwaite

The barking was incessant. Yip, yip, yip, yip, yip. What in the world is going on out there? I looked out the window at the little dog (Winston, the White West Highland Terrier) aggressively yapping at a spot in the grass.

I had to go out and see. It was probably a lizard. Or part of one. Wrong. It looked like a mouse. How in the world did he catch a mouse? Wait. That’s not a mouse. It’s a mole. Winston had caught or found a squinty-eyed, pointy-snouted, long-clawed mole somewhere in our backyard. A mole? I’ve never seen a mole in our yard. Where in the world did you find it? I scooped it up and tossed it over the fence. You’re not going to torment him (or her) any more.

I got back into the house to find the big dog (Willow, the Great Dane) barking and scratching at the porch floor. Now what? I called her away only to find a dead lizard on his back, covered in drool. Great. Just what I need. I tossed him (or her) over the fence.

Suddenly, these dogs who spend most of the afternoon snoozing have channeled their inner hunter and pursued the latest predators in our yard. They have successfully protected their home from invaders!