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.

Whose birthday??????

Not mine. So last weekend, I went to see some of Dad's friends and co-workers. Trin's son (see him holding a mini-me) turned five! So, anyway, there were two other canines trying to capture the affections of all the kids. But, I was the ONE. Who's the man!










I swore, I got to see my brother Smooches. But Dad swears that it wasn't Smooches and that I got to meet a cat. Take a look and let me know. I think we have the same colors, although, clearly I am the better looking one. We're in a class of our own, like the Baldwin or Wahlberg brothers.

If Dad is right, it went well, I think. Can't ever tell with felines, since they're so moody. But, no scratches on me :)

Shouts to Smooches!




Did I mention that I was the elected the playpal of the party?

Adults... eating out of my hand (well... I was trying to eat out of her hand, but who's counting)














Kids....













It was all great...............













until Dad decided that it was time to go.. I just didn't want to go. I was tired, but Dad doesn't normally let me have that much fun, so I was going to drag it out as long as possible......
















Oh, Dad told me that Uncle James went to the hospital. I'm sorry, Uncle. I didn't mean to bite you so hard. If Dad had just called 911, you'd be A-OK. Paws are together praying for you!

Shouts to my peeps - PJ and Puppy. Look out for DJ.

I'm 12...

I've been really busy growing, so haven't been on the Net in a while. Did you know that I was 12 weeks old yesterday. No one sends me any fan mail or anything, so I'm not sure if anyone cares. I thought I was loved, but my Aunt, she ditched me and didn't come for a visit on my 12 week birthday. K has been voted off the island. But like all good reality TV, I'm sure she'll re-appear in a later episode.

I digress. Yesterday, I got a new woman in my life - Deidre Gesualdi. She's my new favorite little lady and she's my new Doc. She was great, gave me a chew toy (Dad says it's an Ace bandage...but what does he know). And....most important, she has a big boy who's just like me - BLUE. He's six and 135 pounds. I'm only 12 weeks and I'm 31 and 2 ounces. I think I may get to meet him in the future. I'll get Deidre to bring him in for my next visit! She gave me some more shots, and now Dad says I'm ready to take the world. Can you image that... me and my new bro - we could really crash some parties. Puppy and PJ, too. Can you have too much of a good thing? NO!

If any of you want to know what I do most of the day, its sleep. Dad snapped the above picture right after I had eaten and dozed off. I didn't capture my baby blues and is kind of grainy. I think he needs to have some photography lessons.

I now have advanced the state of canine aquatics. While the picture to the left looks like me just laying around...it is an action shot. I'm doing the doggy stroke - a modified breast stroke. Dad and Uncle Larry were putting down wood on the floor. Lots of hammering and cutting. Don't know where Uncle James and Sunny were. I wonder if James is being unfaithful to me and hanging with Sunny. That swine, I bet Kim is with Sunny as well.... Oooohhhh, when I see Sunny next, I'll show him not to steal my minions.

While Dad and Uncle Larry were slacking off, I was practicing my swimming. It was quite tiring. Oh, Lourdes says she's in love with me, not sure how Larry feels about that. I don't think he knows. If he does, I hope he doesn't get jealous.

I'm all pooped out. Haven't had to paw the keyboard in a few weeks and this is about as tiring as swimming the breast stroke. I think I'll go rest up for my big day later..

What a weekend!

When the going gets tough, I get left behind. At least, I'm thinking that. So Friday night, I'm waiting for Dad to get home. 5 hours of National Public Radio is enough to drive a mutt to start drinking (I'll get to that). Well, Dad decides he's going to go party or something because he doesn't come home until after dark! What the F is up with that? Dad is normally orderly - he'll drop his keys, wallet, phones, mail, etc. Change into shorts and them let me out. Well, today, he was all apologetic and let me out immediately. Good thing, because I was ready to burst. I peed like 2 gallons! Dad kept waiting for me to do my other business. Well, it had well and truly stopped up. I couldn't go. So we went back in.... to dinner..... I HAD TO GO, as soon as I got done. Dad was surprised and let me out. I dropped my load on the edge of the patio! It was a supersized pile - McDooDoo if you will. Dad said that I'd get a "bye"..... not sure what he meant. But he didn't spank me, so I'm happy. But you should have seen Dad try to scrape up my poo with the shovel, I was laughing pretty hard. Good thing it was dark, Dad would have gotten mad.

Anyway, yesterday Dad and I went for a ride in his car. First time I've ever been in it. Seems ok. I can see out the windows better than the truck, but if you ask me, the truck has better cooling. Dad didn't like me licking and biting the car so he covered just about everything with blankets and towels. If he'd brought me a chew toy, I wouldn't have chewed on anything else. Sometimes, he's such a forgetful goof. I was surprised when we got to Uncle James place. Uncle and Aunt weren't there. But my boyz - Puppy and PJ were. We got into some trouble before Uncle James got back. He looked like a dead shrimp - all red. So pretty late, I think anyways, Kim came home and I got to meet some more family - shouts out to my new Kinfolk! Anyway, I got to sleep in bed last night.... Dad didn't let me, but Uncle James and Aunt Kim did. I like that more than my crate. I may sue for Doggy bed rights, I'm sure there is a lawyer who'd take my case - Pro Bones, I think is what they say on TV.

So this morning, Uncle and Dad took PJ on the far bank of the Atlantic. It was insanely wide. We crossed quite and myself to the ocean. I could see the French poodles a bit and you can see me standing atop the Rock of Gibraltar.









Dad and I took a rest here. He's a land lover, don't let him fool you. He didn't even get wet. I don't think he knows how to swim. They make kiddy floats for losers like him to learn with. Me, I'm a natural.











Anyway, Uncle James and PJ almost got over their heads in water. Good thing Uncle had PJ to save him, otherwise, he might have gotten washed away. PJ is my hero. I think he should have gotten some kind of award for saving Uncle James. You should have seen PJ splashing so hard trying to keep Uncle afloat, while Uncle was holding PJ's collar, dragging him down. PJ - he's just a STUD.





So, anyway, after all that, we go back to the house. Aunt Kim professes her love for me once again. And lets us four (her three kids and a little Dane, as Kim calls us) of her house slack off (there is a photo, but a certain individual who will remain anonymous is topless and this is a PG rated site). Well, we did pose for this photoshoot, my favorite pose..... Shadow at rest.








Oh, I almost forgot.... driving me to drink. So on Saturday afternoon, Dad is pulling stuff out of the cold box to eat. He pulls out Aunt Kim's bottle out and leaves it on the floor. I think we both forgot it. Well, later, I got curious and knocked the bottle over. I try to clean it up. It didn't taste too bad. Luckily, I get most of it up before Dad comes around the corner. He says that it's good for my drunken dog fighting style and then pours the rest of the red stuff into the sink. I'm not sure if Uncle James and Aunt Kim noticed me being out of sorts...I think it was late, so they probably didn't. After all, Aunt Kim would have scolded Dad for allowing an under-aged pup like myself to get into trouble like that.

She Lives!

Yesterday was soooooo great. From the boneyard in the sky, Aunt Kim came back! Uncle James came back too. Its all so nice. I'm still filled with hope and joy.

I've got to keep this brief, Dad says I spend too much time dawdling. So yesterday, I got to go swimming twice, once with just Dad. The second time, Aunt and Uncle were there. I was nice and cool in the water and I got a few treats. Heck, Kim was so happy she carried me while I was all wet! Any woman who loves a wet and stinky dog is a keeper (do you hear me Uncle!). I got a bath and my ears cleaned. Then I was basically pooped out. Maybe I'll post some more later today. I'm going back to sleep..