Great Dane Commentary

My husband and I adopted a Great Dane from a local Dane rescue just under two years ago now, and it’s been a fun and challenging journey. Ever since we adopted her and she’s traveled with us, gone out in public with us, etc. I’ve felt compelled to write about the things people say when you own a Great Dane – mostly because I stand there confused with a blank stare. My favorite is when we’re walking and people in cars actually stop or slow way down, to gawk. They draw a lot of commentary from toddlers to the elderly, regularly – so here it goes.

  • GASP! That dog is huge.
  • Oh. My. God. Look at that dog.
  • Mommy, mommy! Big doggy! Big Doggy!
  • Whoa.
  • Holy Shit, honey! Look at that dog, babe, you’ve gotta come look at this dog!
  • How much does that thing eat?
  • Is that a Dalmatian? Ummmm, nope.
  • [Solicitors walking by] Is that the house with the crazy barking dog?
  • Is she nice?
  • Is she harlequin? No, she’s Merle. Aren’t they the same? Clearly not.
  • [Neighbor to neighbor across the street] – oh, your little dog is fired up because a huge, massive dog walked by [pointing] see, down the street? I can hear you.
  • Can I pet your dog?
  • What kind of dog is that? Great Dane. Oh, so big, so big, so scary. ???
  • She’s soooooo pretty.
  • Wow, drool!
  • I heard your dog barking when I rang the doorbell, is it safe to go in the backyard?
  • Does she eat off the counter?
  • I always wanted a Great Dane.
  • Wow, you could put a saddle on that horse and ride her! (what?)
  • How much does she weigh?
  • Does she have her own couch?
  • My neighbor used to have a Great Dane, so neat!
  • My neighbors Great Dane ate someone’s pet hamster.
  • Is that a Mastiff?! No, she’s a Great Dane. Oh, well, basically the same thing! Nope.
  • My toddler could ride her! (WTF NO. DOGS AREN’T FOR RIDING. EVER.).

There are more, I just can’t think of them right now…meet Venus, she may not have her own couch but she has her own chair and she’s really good at side-eye:




Goodbye, Puppy Lucy

October 9, 2015 our favorite Golden, Puppy Lucy passed away suddenly. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think of her in some form or another. I laugh about how funny she was, I smile at how she loved unconditionally and I cry that she is no longer here with us. I try to find solace in knowing with the tough life she had and all the health challenges she faced, that she is in a better more comfortable place now.

2015 was hard. Our year started with Seth returning home from a 7 1/2 month deployment, moving 10 days later across the country to Minnesota, me transitioning my job to remote, and then filled the rest of the year with lots of travel for the both of us. We barely saw each other, and my Dad got to spend a lot of time with his grand dog. That Friday in October we were really looking forward to date night. It’d been a while since we sat down in front of one another and enjoyed a nice dinner and conversation together. Lucy had been with my parents while we were both out of town, on the farm chasing squirrels and my Dad called me while I was in San Diego for work one day saying that all of a sudden she just wasn’t acting herself. I told him she had a little episode like that a few weeks prior, lasted a couple days and then she was back to her normal self again (she was still drinking, etc.), I told him to keep a close eye on her and if anything changed or escalated take her to the ER vet. He ended up doing that just a couple hours later when she wasn’t really moving and no longer wagging (if you knew Luc, you knew this was a bad sign). The vet diagnosed her with gastritis, prescribed antibiotics, and that seemed to help her snap out of it.

Fast forward to Friday, Seth goes down to the basement to do something and she follows him downstairs, but we realize a 1/2 hour later that she hadn’t come back up so Seth goes downstairs to see what shes up to. He found her laying at the bottom of the stairs, somewhat listless and breathing heavily. He came all the way upstairs to talk to me about it (I was getting ready for date night), and asked me to come downstairs to check on Lucy, he didn’t think she was doing very good. In that minute that he came upstairs to get me and me going down to the basement, she passed away. I found her at the bottom of the stairs with her tongue hanging out of her mouth. I knew immediately when I saw her and screamed for Seth, he ran downstairs and carried her limp body to the car while I called the ER vet with tears pouring out of my eyes, for directions and prep for them to come out immediately upon our arrival. We have never driven so fast in our lives.

We pulled right up to the front and they came out with a cart, we laid her down and they wheeled her back. We stayed in a private room, and then the ER vet came in and said attempts to restart her heart failed and there was no brain activity measured. They wheeled her back in so we could say our goodbyes and see her one last time. We opted not to have an autopsy done, most likely it was a seizure (she had canine epilepsy).

She was the best, most lovable, happy-go-lucky dog. Our little Puerto Rican Perrito we got when she was a mere 5 weeks old and 5lbs. She was a tiny fuzzball. I’m so thankful that she hung on through all of Seth’s sea time and deployments, made it to the farm, and got to spend the summer at the lake with Dad. I think she knew she had to wait for the best summer of her life.

We miss you, sweet girl ❤




Happy Birthday Izzy Booper!

I can’t believe Izzy booper is 2 today! I love how she’s changed the dynamic of our family. She is sassy, ornery and full of attitude, but lovey. She is the reason I sleep with bad-kitty spray.

She slept upright.

101Izzy the kitten….I say casper the ghost.


Instant buddies.

She walks Lucy.

Her favorite show is SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE.

She wants to know what my blood sugar is.

She steals my socks and leaves them for me.

Little kitty in a big bed (Tommy Boy anyone?).

She misses her dad when he leaves.

And she has pretty little twinkle toes.