Holiday's are for dogs....

I hear that from a good source that this is holiday season. Something about a red-nosed rain dog. Well, I don't believe in that, because there is no dog who loves rain. But be that as it may, I'll be open minded. After all - I'm supposed to receive lots of gifts!

Just a few weeks ago, Dad and I got together with one of his old buddies for dinner. It was quite nice. I got lots of attention from everyone although I think Abby was scared that I would knock her over.

You have to look close to see me, I'm sitting in front of Leah. We were at her apartment. She's a super swell gal - even after I knocked over a beer and urinated on her floor, she still gave me big smooches.

And as I stated in my last blog, I spent some quality time with my brother PJ and Puppy atAunt Kim and Uncle James' home.



See, the big thing this time, Puppy and I didn't fight. I think he knows I can take him now, but I respect my elders. Shadow is well versed in the ways of Bushido.


Now, Aunt Kim, she spoiled me. Dad doesn't let me get on the furniture and Aunt Kim, not only let me get up, she let me sleep on her! Don't tell Dad, he might get mad at Kim.

Oh... and you know what, we had a surprise party for Kim's birthday. Unfortunately, I didn't get her a gift, but she seemed really happy to see me and some of the other folks who stopped in.

There are some pictures, but the Chippendale dancers won't let me publish them.
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OK. This past weekend was bad. Dad had lots to clean up. Saturday, I messed up the bed Aunt Kim gave me. It was pretty stinky. And yesterday, I got hog wild in poop. Dad was just out of control and all kinds of mad. He was saying, the glue factory might be getting some contributions. Not sure what that means.

Anyway, I made a mess of things....

Dad had to clean for a very long time... all over the house. It was messy and stinky. Then he gave me a bath since I was rather yucky as well.

Thank the Beagle in the sky, no more messes for me. Dad says three strikes and I'm out.

Well, today was a nice day. I got to play in the white stuff falling from the sky. Didn't get me wet.. so it wasn't too bad.


The down side of this is that I suspect my night camo is now negated. I will have to adapt.

The weekend of fun

So some of you know that Dad and I go to some fun big dog events. Well, I'm still one of the smaller dogs, but I have heart!

We all lined up for some loving! That is Kristen (the organizer) give belly rubs.








I'm telling the new guy that all the bitches at this park are mine.












That didn't go over very well.......














The funny thing is that Maui didn't care who he humped! And he really had a thing for this poor guy.











Check out Ra - he's 140lbs and 9 months - just a little older than me. I better start pumping iron if I want to catch up.

















So at the Mastiff get together......






Dad tells me I have to logout now... something about him leaving me. So I'm all packed up and going with Aunt Kim.

Its my turn to take the watch

There isn't a Marine (US or Royal) who stands post at attention better than me.














Under my watch, nothing shall go unchallenged.














Halt. Who goes there?














Advance slowly and be recognized.














Welcome to guard post 8, Shadow warriors own the night.

I stand relieved... I'm going to get rec time in.

The sun is so bright, I can't see the ball.














I know the ball is here somewhere...















Private. Find the ball and take it back to the USO rec shop. I'm going to rack out.















This ground is awful hard. Good thing, us special-ops guys get the best of everything...

I'm acorn dog?!?

Not sure why Dad keeps calling me that. I saw a corn dog on Good Eats and I don't look anything like it. Dad started calling me that after I started picking up these little nuggets on the ground.

So, earlier today, I went to the dog park to meet all my buddies. I was really hoping to meet the new Harl pup. But, he didn't come. Hopefully, next time!

Breaking News...

Aunt Kim got me a broom, I hope she wasn't saying I'm dirtying up the house. I try hard to keep my toys in the house. Sometimes I track in dirt and I sneak in chunks of wood and chew it up.















After settling in on the prize...
















Wet Kisses to Kim!

Trifecta

Dad says its a trifecta when you have three good things together... so this weekend was a trifecta. A fun saturday, a great sunday, and a tiring but exciting Monday!

We went on this mountain hike with John. It was really easy for the first half. More like a big joke. Why does anyone think hiking is hard. It was literally all downhill.





Our first stop for a drink and a photo.














I don't think I've told you, but I'm kinda afraid of heights... so when we were up pretty high, I was clinging to the rock with a white knuckled grip (tough to see since my paws are really gray and white). There wasn't too much water flowing, but some colors in the trees.



















Really not much water, I guess the drought isn't helping. Although, I think I may have contributed to the flow....



















Resting up after almost 3 miles and 1000 feet.. (that's well over 8000 paw marks each way)




















I was really hungry... I was willing to try a leaf.















Well, Dad packed me a lunch and this is where I ate - Purina on the rocks, just the way I like it.














Well, the 8000 paw marks on the way back up... those were painful. I had just enough energy to make it back to the truck. Dedicated to my family and friends, I am, so I have published my journal and now make my way to the supercrate.

Houdini's cousin...

So Dad got me this big kennel, but it looks more like a prison cell. So the first thing I did was pull a Houdini.... if you look closely, you can see me vanish...


SoDad did put together my new crate... its like big enough for three of me, maybe four. I feel like I moved to Beverly Hills, except there is no silicon in my neighborhood.




We just got back from the Mastiff get together. It was pretty fun. I splashed around in the water and there were lots of super-sized dogs - Mastiffs and Danes.




Of course, I was quick to find Lourdes.












And where there is a Lourdes, there is a Larry! Notice, I'm getting some loving from a complete stranger. That is how the Shad rolls.














When I say goliath - I mean goliath... Check out my new buddy. I've hired him as my body guard.














Shouts out to Amy - the Mastiff organizer. She's a swell person. She was feeding the group bananas. If you're interested... Mastiff Group

Instant Rewind....

my life so far in 60 seconds.....




Lets recap.... 5 months ago, I was a little fuzz ball.

A total lump of sugar.











To sleeping mutt.....














To canine shredder!

I had to run away, Dad was upset. Oh, not in the picture was the frisbee (in above pic) that I put a chewing on.











To attention seeking, treat loving....



















Everyone have a safe weekend!

G'Dane Pow-WoW

So... in the spirit of better communications, I'm putting up some pics from Dane organizer Linda and our g'dane get-ta-gether in Reston....

You can see all the big brothers I have. Hercules is the bigger blue dane in the picture below.















Jim (my fish monger) and his son John came by...








Everyone said I was the cutest pup - EVER! Of course, I had to show dad a trick with my leash.

Youz Lazy Bitches!

Dad says there are a bunch of whiners at the office. Something about me not posting and Dad ignoring me. Well, that just ain't the case. I've been recovering from my plastic surgery. Aunt Kim said I didn't look like a Great Dane because I didn't have the classic lump on my head, so now I've got an implant upstairs. Dad says its a radio tracking device as well. Cosmetic surgery ain't just for old folks, us Pups, we start Botox early.

Anyway, I'm wondering if I should get some more surgery... now that I've got a battle scar. My brother Puppy decided he didn't like me very much and put a chomping on me a few weeks ago. Some of the guys at the park made fun or me and called me Scarface! I think its a badge of honor.

Anyway, I'm 55lbs. And finally, Dad is getting me a bigger crate. I think I'm getting moved into the dungeon, because the new crate is too big for where I'm at now. We'll see. Maybe I'll get to paint the walls of my new room - add some color, because Dad has a terrible sense of taste!

I'm posting a couple of pics - these are fairly old (a month ago). The first one is me on our first fishing trip. It didn't last very long because Dad got his ass handed to him by a little bug.

So anyway, we gave up since Dad's finger became the size of my paw. We headed over to get some drugs, food, and drink.






Anyway, PJ and I got a couple of cooling dunks. Then we hooked up with "Shafe". He's got a big boat. I got to sleep on some big comfortable seats.





Aunt Kim came out and floated with Uncle James and PJ. Quite the bunch of lounge lizards!






Oh... the surgery... was a joke. I grew my own lump. The scar...all truth.

Boat lover != a water dog!

I'm sure that you're all wondering what I've been up to.... I just lounging around (like at Larry's place - to the left). Dad has signed us up for some Dane pow-wows....

The Reston Great Dane Meetup Group

Should be loads of fun. Dad says I might meet some family there.

I suppose Dad has mentioned that I'm growing fast- last check 38 pounds. I'm thinking of changing my name to Big Blue Ninja - as I can sneak up on folks at night and they don't see me coming! Big Blue Ninja with the drunken dog-fu style, a completely unbeatable combination. Of course, that is after I gain a few more pounds. Right now, I think everyone still thinks I'm a pushover.

Most of the time, I'm just laying around...waiting for something to do. I think everyone just thinks I'm a big teddy bear - something to be hugged.

I'm the Big Bad Blue Ninja, not some silly Ken or Barbie dolls!







So back to the fun stuff... I got to go zipping around on Dad's little boat this weekend. Me, PJ, Uncle James, and Dad. Of course, Uncle James and PJ almost drowned us.... I think they're both pretty fat.... but that's another story. Now, PJ, he's been watching too much Baywatch, because he wanted some red speedo's, but all Uncle had was this funny vest.....





















So we hooked up with Wade and his family. I spent most of the time lounging on the deck. I did say I'm a boat lover and not a water dog, didn't I??





























Oh, Wade's daughter named me "Buster".... Now the cooler talk can begin...ROFL.