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The nose knows

Posted on by William Douthwaite
Photo by Megan Dujardin on Unsplash

Most of morning walks with the big dog (the Great Dane) are routine. We greet the garbage collectors, students on the way to the bus stop, and other dog walkers.

But today’s encounter was unique. I knew where this couple lived, but hadn’t seen them for a while. They were walking a Yorkie and saw us from about fifty yards away. When the woman caught sight of the beast on my leash, she picked up her dog and covered his/her eyes.

Really? So what would happen if the little dog caught sight of the big? Would it be terrified, trembling like the little Chihuahua we often pass? Would it consider the big dog a challenge, like the little Rat Terrier on our street, who always wants to mix it up?

Most dogs run on scent. Their enhanced sense of smell tells them everything they need to know. My dogs smell the bunnies before they see them. They find tiny spots on the road worthy of five minutes of sniffing. Why? I have no idea. It’s all about the aroma.

So when you see us coming, plug up the nose. Then you’ll have nothing to worry about.

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Zig-zagging through the neighborhood

Posted on by William Douthwaite
Photo by Klim Musalimov on Unsplash

We (my Great Dane and I) see her most mornings. A woman, probably in her seventies, walks her small dog (maybe a miniature schnauzer?) on a similar route through our neighborhood. I can see by the still-lit street lights that she’s wearing a yellow zip hoodie and a baseball cap.

She’s usually talking. She’s talking to herself, the dog, or someone on her phone. It’s hard to tell. We always say, “Good morning” to each other as we pass. Or an appropriate seasonal greeting like, “Happy New Year.”

Even though it’s still dark, I can tell she’s approaching from fifty yards down the road. She never walks straight down the other side of the street. She zig-zags from one side of the street to the other. I assume this is her way of getting in twice the distance or double the steps on her daily walk. More bang for the buck, right?

Until she sees us. Then she passes by on the other side, a safe distance from the beast at my side. The little dog acts like we’re not there. The big dog always wants a closer sniff. But we’re not doing that today, or any day for that matter.

I’d never thought of the zig-zag strategy for packing in more miles. I can picture my dog walking down the center of the road, letting me zig-zag, wondering what I’m doing.

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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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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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Intense walking and talking

Posted on by William Douthwaite
Image by Susanne from Pixabay

Every morning as I’m walking my dog, I pass a woman walking her dog. She’s memorable because she zig-zags down the street. She walks from one side to the other, effectively doubling the distance they walk each day. She’s also talking to someone every morning through her AirPods.

It’s dark at this time of the year when we pass each other at 6:30 in the morning. My Great Dane shows no interest in her Schnauzer-ish dog, and he’s not interested in us, either. But she always says, “Good morning” to me. I always reply, but she doesn’t always hear me, because someone else’s voice is in her ear. So she’ll turn up the volume and repeat, “Good morning,” and I’ll repeat my reply.

Who does she talk to every morning? I picture someone else, a sister or child walking their dog at the same time, catching up on whatever happened since yesterday. I imagine it to be someone in Eastern Standard Time, since everyone else would still be asleep. But maybe it’s a friend in Europe, where it’s at least six hours later.

By the tone of her voice, it’s intense. A serious conversation. No nonsense. Almost aggressive.

I talk to God and the big dog when I walk. My words are upbeat, light-hearted, and at times, silly. (When you’re talking to a goofy Great Dane, it’s easy to be silly.) I have never had an early morning phone conversation. I don’t know who I’d call. All my friends are still sensibly sleeping at that time of the day.

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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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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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The teeny, tiny service dog

Posted on by William Douthwaite

There was no one in line at the paint counter at Home Depot. Sweet! With paint chip in hand, I knew exactly what I needed: two gallons of interior flat.

Just before I described what I needed, a woman held out a white electrical outlet and asked, “Where do I find the paint to paint this?” Caught a bit off the guard, the paint guy pointed and said, “Down that aisle on the right.”

“What kind do I need?” she asked.

The paint guy took a close look and said, “Gloss. Down that aisle.”

“Is it OK to paint this?”

“Sure,” he said.

Her service dog was watching the whole exchange. Her service dog was a five-pound Yorkie, wearing a tiny “Service Dog” vest. I looked down at her. She nervously looked up at me. Neither of us was interested in the situation.

I said, “That is a tiny dog!”

I do not believe English was her first language. She simply smiled at me. I said, “I have a Great Dane.”

Her eyes got big and she said, “I saw one when I was four years old. I remember looking way up at him.”

“Yeah,” I chuckled, “She’s about a hundred pounds heavier than your little one!”

That little dog weighed less than the amount of food I feed my big dog in a day. I now know there’s no minimum weight requirement on being a service dog. That little canine shook so much when I looked at him, I think he needed an emotional support dog of his own!

If he can do the job, more power to him. However, if it were me, I’d want a large dog to be watching out for me. But that’s just me.