I’m ready, you ready? Kenai just shy of his 2nd birthday.
Kenai’s official name is Shakira’s New Year’s Celebration, being a New Year’s Baby, born Jan 1, 2008. I called him Kenai after the Kenai Penninsula in Alaska. Figured if I name my dogs after places I’ve been or want to go, I’ll never run out of good names.
I also try to match the name to the personality, though I outdid myself this time: Kenai is by all accounts a rugged outdoorsman! He would love Alaska, in the summer time anyway. The cold invigorates him, but only to a point–then it’s time to take his short haired tush inside!
I’m all for that.
No telling what this new year will bring, though I hope a healthy pair of baby boy bottoms is in the near future. I do know I’m dropping my health insurance–they want $600 a month, for the priviledge of co-pays. I’ve been paying them more than I cost for awhile now but holy smokes.
New Year’s resolutions? I know better… for the most part. Quitting smoking will have to wait until I’m up for the colossal battle, loosing weight seems like more effort than I can muster. My goal is to spend the winter hibernating. If I can rest enough, perhaps by spring I’ll have some energy to work with.
Kenai doesn’t have the concept of calendars down, so he’s not really aware that one year is gone and a new one has begun. His understanding of time spans from one nap to the next. “That nap done, now what we gonna do?” (I admit with embarrassment to having the same problem often enough!)
Kenai and BB endured their head and shoulders lathering, with offended majesty and gooby wiggles respectively. It really helps with the dry skin itch if you water down the H & S conditioner then rub them dry with a towl. Cuts down big time on dander. Just an FYI if your pooch has the flakes.
The boys are still enjoying their Christmas toys, despite the moo cow baby not mooing anymore, and the elephant baby’s moving trunk is broken. Appearantly the crunching of mechanical parts is as enticing as the noise they made when whole.
The big toy breaker of the family is BB, of course, Mr Enthusiasm. His elephant lasted about 2 hours. Still, he gets lots of milage, playing with it anyway. He can’t help himself. Play, play, play PLAY, play, do ya wanna play?! Rolic and frolic and make a big brown pest = BB.
And after all that character assasination…it was Kenai who swallowed his butterfly baby whole. DUH. So Wednesday night had a puppy watching vigil, and 7 am brought a rushed trip to the vet for xrays. It is (was) a small toy, one he’s played with for over a year, naturally one of his favorites.
As small, soft, and flexible as it is (was) the vets all think he’s most likely to pass it. That means puppy poo patrol for the next few days. Not to mention keeping an eye out for the early signs of obstruction if it doesn’t pass on its own. What on earth possessed him?
He’s never swallowed anything but food or treats, even as a puppy. He didn’t chew on household stuff, he doesn’t mouth things either. He shall mourn the loss of his little butterfly, yet it shall not be replaced. Kenai is forever stuck with average to xxlg toys, by decree of “she who must be obeyed”.
That was a funny show, by the way, “Rumpole of the Bailey”, where she who must be obeyed came from. The old Bristish comedies are hysterical. “Are You Being Served”, “Black Adder”, “Upstairs Downstairs”…if you like to laugh at the ridiculous that isn’t ridiculous-stupid (Will Ferrell?), you might look for one of those shows.
Talk about a blog that can blather…how did I manage to combine Alaska, canine intestinal obstructions, hibernation, human health insurance, dandruff shampoo, and the Black Adder into a semi-rational post? “Oh give me a home where the brain-o can roam…”
Well, where ever my brain my be, my heart wishes you a very happy New Year.
Posted by greatdaneservicedog on December 31, 2009
Kenai, aka Sir Snooze Alot, waking up from his nap, 5 days to his 2nd birthday
I’ve been thinking about puppies lately–it seems everyone I know has a new puppy or wants one. Hopefully you will pardon me for a bit of preachy here. I try to get people to consider what exactly they want in a dog and choose the pup based on that. Unfortunately, most puppies are picked according to cuteness or this time of year are a “present”.
Christmas present puppies are a bad idea. At least as most are not picked out according to what the person recieving them want or need in a dog. Present puppies are often a spur of the moment impulse buy, and unless you know exactly what you’re looking for you can get in big trouble!
A friend of mine got a puppy from their grandchild last year. A cute little black lab. They’re in their 80′s and wanted a toy breed for lap sitting. Now these elderly people have a wild 60 pounder who can’t walk on a leash, took 5 mo to mostly housebreak, doesn’t get anywhere near enough exercise, and knocks them into the wall on the way by.
She’s a smart dog, and would be easy enough for some people. But she was not well chosen for the couple she was given to. This is a very common scenario, sadly. If you want to give a puppy to someone , BE SMART about it–give them a leash and collar as a down payment for a puppy to be wisely chosen at a later time. Help them decide what sort of puppy they want and fits their lifestyle.
Energy–do I want a pup to go running with me or to snooze by my feet? How much time can a reasonably expect to devote to exercise and training each day? Am I currently able to provide the additional time up front for housebreaking, leash training, and other puppy lessons?
Costs–some breeds require special care, ie regular groomer visits, or breeds that have more health problems than others. Bigger dogs eat more kibble, giant breeds have problems on cheap dog foods, large dogs in the car will mean trips to the car wash for upholstery cleaning.
Personalities–more timid pups are less likely to do well in loud busy homes, stubborn pups are not for the person shy of firmness about no means no, sensitive dogs aren’t a good fit for an authoritative sort of human. There’s not much sadder than a dog and human who love each other but have clashing personalities.
Breed instincts–if you don’t want to deal with a tendency to protectiveness, don’t get a pup from a guarding breed. If you don’t want to deal with very strong chase instincts, avoid breeds with hunting in their past…choose the breed wisely, asking the breeder about what behaviors you can or cannot expect from the potential puppy as they grow up.
Environment–if you don’t have a fenced yard, you might reconsider getting a dog whose breed has less then astounding recall or a tendency to wander. If you have allergies or dislike a “lived in” home, you probably don’t want a heavily shedding dog. If you live in an apartment, you’ll want to look for a quiet dog that doesn’t bark much.
I cringe when I hear someone got a puppy for Christmas, but it doesn’t always turn out sideways. That said, resist the tendency to think the pup is so cute and it won’t be such a big deal to change your lifestyle, schedule, or budget. A dog that turns your life upside down doesn’t usually work out well for either of you. They need to fit.
If you’ve already recieved a Christmas puppy, or already given one, then let this be a post to help you really consider if it was a good idea. Yes, a bit preachy, but it makes me so sad to see dogs and people have a hard time living with each other. Puppies are much easier to rehome than an older dog with established behavioral problems.
If you know a pup just isn’t for you, like the lab and my elderly friends, please don’t let your affection for the giver make you spend the next 10-15 years struggling with a dog. You have to be wise enough and loving enough to tell the giver that despite the good intentions, you want to return the pup to the breeder so it can find a home more suitable.
If you worry that feelings will be hurt, you can make the approach gentle, right? You probably are grateful for the love that went out and got you a loving little furball, so tell them that! Then tell them what you’re looking for and ask them to help you find that “just right” pup. Or that you aren’t really ready for a new puppy right now if you aren’t ready.
Also I got a comment which pointed out that I haven’t really addressed a common problem for giant breed puppies like Great Danes: PANO, or panosteitis. It is a problem that results in rotating lameness and severe leg pain in fast growing puppies.
Pano is primarily a dietary issue. Like HOD, Dysplasia, knuckling, and other orthopedic growth issues, the underlying dietary problem is the over-absorption of macrominerals from food. The calcium absorption co-effecient is out of normal range.
In layman’s terms, the dog with Pano or other bone problems is absorbing a higher percentage of the calcium and phosorus in their food than they should. X-rays often reveal bones that are extremely dense and thus painful, but not deformed like in HOD.
Once a pup has begun to over absorb minerals, they will have that higher co-effecient forever. Their mineral intake will have to restricted through the remainder of their lives.
The first thing I really want to hammer home about Great Dane nutrition is PROTIEN HAS NO EFFECT ON BONES AND BONE GROWTH. Growth deformities are orthopedic conditions, and are not caused by protien intake.
The myth of too much protien for Danes has been around as long as dirt but it simply isn’t true, and as has been proven over and over in veterinary studies. Yet many vets, breeders, and owners still believe the protien is bad myth. http://intl-jn.nutrition.org/cgi/content/abstract/121/11_Suppl/S107 and http://intl-jn.nutrition.org/cgi/content/abstract/121/11_Suppl/S99 are excellent studies to read and refer a vet too on the subject if you hesitate to let go of old beliefs.
Aside from studies, common sense goes against the myth: Protien builds muscle, not bone. Minerals build bone, and if you have bone problems, minerals will be the culprit. The reason many associated protien with orthopedic problems with high protien is that foods with large amounts of protien (like grain free kibbles) often have dangerously high mineral contents too.
I’ve had a dog that developed nutritional HOD from a food supposedly designed for Danes, ie low protien. The minerals were still high. It was horrible watching him deform and twist and suffer, so I don’t follow claims–I look at the nutritional analysis. A 1.1% calcium content in food thought to be ideal, which might change as giant breed nutrition becomes better understood.
I don’t feed pups a food with more than 1.2% calcium because it is getting high enough to increase the risks. The phosphorus content is intricately related to how calcium is absorbed, so I get uncomfortable when the phophorus content is above 0.9%
Pano has a genetic component, in that the tendency to overabsorb minerals can run in families. But controlling how much macrominerals are available in their diet will stop the pain, lameness, and prevent the development of even more serious ortho problems later on.
Back in my personal petting zoo…
The boys had a happy Christmas, despite the dead camera battery. Duh. I’ve been managing to get them out to run every other day reliably, though they really do want every day. This cold has gotten into my chest now, and my blood oxygen is low enough to worsen the chronic fatigue. But the boys have enjoyed the snows on my nose!
I can’t tell if he’s trying to look like a platypus or a cutting horse! Heaven knows he has the face and the turn for either! Kenai has such vigor, it amazes me. He is easily the most atheletic of all my Dane loves, easily. His enthusiasm for outside never ends.
Love the stick, the ice on it not so much…COLD! Unless little bro is on the other side of the fence, the lure for his coursing, Kenai trots around with the occasional outburst of a zoomie. And pees. Just in case the roaming cats and critters didn’t know this was his kennel.
He’s such a good boy, my Kenai. He’s mellowed a bit about the critter encounters, I think from the super cold temps. He’s in such a hurry to get inside he doesn’t care about the turkeys! Still gives me problems with intense excitement when he sees moving animals outside, but that’s going to be a long term fix I fear.
I’m hoping to take the rest of the winter to really rest, so I can regain some strength and endurance. Once the reserve energy tanks have something in them, I’d like to return to weekly public training. Maybe by then we’ll have their digestive problems sorted enough to be able to use training treats? Too much to ask for maybe, but here’s hoping.
Hope your Christmas was a merry one, and the New Year brings you joy and blessing!
Posted by greatdaneservicedog on December 28, 2009
Kenai in the frosty ice fog, 24 mo
Kenai’s had a boring week last week, with me doing all the baking. Friday we mailed off the dozens and dozens of cookies, which meant…CAR RIDE! We ate a Ziggies, and I let him out to stretch his legs while Mom paid. Naturally, a crowd gathered to see him.
It was good to see him all friendly and interested, rather than running back to the car to hide. He had lots of attention, and couldn’t wait to see Mom. He tried to sneak in the door to find her more than once. Durn leash, always stealing his sneaky fun!
Then it was home for a rest. It’s back, btw–the coughing and wheezing–for an encore. Yeesh, c’mon. Round three for crying out loud? Leave me for another woman already, will ya?! That meant a car ride would have to suffice for his daily excitement.
We started this week off with a visit to Dr Susan, for his puppy puncture. “Oh must we do this?” He’s such a silly boy–the same routine everytime–always nervous when we get there, tense and twitches when the needles go in, snoozy halfway through, and perky when it’s over.
Dr Susan finally found some strong enough needles for his accupuncture, since the small ones for other dogs are too flimsy to get through. They bent and fell out half the time.
Only problem with the new ones is they are the same color as Kenai! Ya have to remember where you put them or he goes out the door with a couple! “Stop Thief!!”
He always gives her leans and cheek rubs, and always holds still despite his dislike of needles. It really does make him feel better, and he very much likes his lady friends. Tolerant boy, a typical gentle giant Dane. And she loves how big and easy to find the accupuncture points are.
Since he was a good boy, and I knew if I sat down that would be it for the morning, we had his outside romp as soon as we got home. It was bitter cold, so I had my construction worker look going on with insulated coveralls and mad bomber hat. But there was a beautiful fog, so I had to pull out the camera.
This time it was little bro BB who gave us the picture of the week. Isn’t it a good one? The fog is actually ice fog, a very rare event around here, but it sure made for a gorgeous shot of our little bananna butt boy.
You can see Beebs is looking much better, though I worry about the massive amount of food it’s taking. 10 cups is enormous, and his tendency to constipate keeps me watching to be sure his stool is slightly on the soft side. He can actually obstruct from constipation, so I want to be sure he gets it all out, even if that means “going” 2-3 times a day.
Anyway, since BB has much more energy to burn off than Kenai, I’ll let them lure course with each other around the kennel for a time, then take Beebs off into the field while Kenai waits for us to come back. Then the fence games start all over again. I swear, cutting mares have nothing on these two!
I have a shot due Tues at the “people vet”, in Brown’s vocabulary, and I really have to get the Christmas tree up Wednesday. Add to that round 3 with the cold, now trying to get into my chest, and Mom’s fussing about not going to my neice’s Christmas program at nursery school unless I take her.
I guarantee I’ll be dizzy, nauseated, ears roaring,migraine starting, could fall down at any moment if I go to a place where there’s lots of kids, lights, and noise. At night when I am a my weakest no less. Such places don’t cause Mom any problems, but she won’t go unless I take her. I have to suffer or she’ll “punish” me by denying herself the enjoyment?
I might go anyway, if I’m feeling okay but I resent the duress of it, the utterly unneccessary guilt trip crap. Yes it’s a once in a lifetime (little girls grow up). Yes it’s a special thing. I feel torn so much about wanting to see my neices and nephews, to be more involved with them.
Yet my God I pay for even short bursts of time with them. And I hate feeling like I’m drawing attention to my problems when/if I am forced to step outside or go home early. Because of my physical difficulties, I go through long spells where I don’t do much with them while I’m in a downturn. When I eventually get stronger, I’m more willing and available.
Sure that makes it hard for them to understand! Honestly, I hope they never have enough sickness in their lives to ever really understand. Perhaps it is selfish, but sometimes I’m just unwilling to be miserable for days and days afterwards. Those are MY choices, though, not Mom’s.
I’ve got to come up with a way to get Mom’s helpless old lady act brought to an end. She just had cataract surgery, ie she has 20/20 vision and sees at night as well as I do. Oh but “i can’t drive at night”… She won’t do this, she won’t do that. “I can’t” is the most often used phrase out of her mouth for the past 2 years.
I’m barely getting done the must-do’s on my list, and these demands she places on my energy for what she needs to do have got to stop. It’s not that she can’t do something or can’t learn how to do something, it’s that she won’t. There’s a big difference. The uber dependence on me is way more than my weakened body can stand up to.
So that’s my Christmas wish to Santa. I have a feeling we’re going to start clashing next year. Maybe not, but she’s doesn’t have half the physical problems I do, nor the overt physical anxiety reactions I have to deal with, so it’s time she sucked up. Sounds harsh but enough.
Life dictated by fears and I can’t isn’t life. She wants to be chained to it, that’s her choice but she doesn’t have the right to chain me to her fears too. I have my own to fight. And it devastates my already devastated energy reserves. What on earth would happen to her if I ever got married?
Wow, that was a vent…guess it’s been building up awhile?
Well, maybe I’ll get another post up before Christmas, or right after (there’ll be lots of pics of that day!). Hopefully the pups will have lots of fun sticking their noses in the kitchen to sniff the ham. And following the bone-smelling boxes from wrapping station to puppy stockings! Should be a fairly good week.
Merry Christmas to ya!
Posted by greatdaneservicedog on December 21, 2009
“I hear that silly bird again…” Kenai 23 mo
Our hopelessly dense bird is back again. Every winter this dumb-as-a-brick cardinal spends its days trying to hammer its way through the window. Peck, peck, thunk, peck, peck…The only way to stop it is put the blind down, at least most of the time.
At first Kenai would bark at the sound. Now I think he just gets aggravated when the noise wakes him up from his naps. He gives it this “look”, the one he uses on his brother when BB antics disturb his dignity…I can almost hear his thoughts “Dumb bird, THE WINDOW DON’T OPEN, get a clue!”
Speaking of BB antics, Beebs has discovered the joys of peek-a-boo again. He wasn’t much on it as a puppy, but now it’s the best game in town. Anytime I spy a BB nose peeking around a corner, it’s “I seeeee you!”, and he gets a big case of the wiggles.
Peeking over the couch is the funniest. I keep tryin to get a pic of it. There’s a brown crown of the head, the bells of 2 ears, and a pair of blink blinks. “I seeeeee you!” is followed by the rustling sounds of wiggles and a tail wagging in the bags of Christmas presents.
Do this several times in a row and he gallopols around to the front of the couch and has a wiggle fit–it’s a zoomie done without running, a specialty of his. The best, THE best moment for a goose the bottoms! The goofy goobers get the best of him and he has to race to the kitchen and back a few times.
Kenai’s been my trusty box shredder lately, reducing the stacks of shipping boxes to small mounds sized just right for the trash cans. Maybe it’s all the chase me chase you games that makes him love box slaying? “Gimme that you boy, I get you, I steals it, he he”.
He’s also been my trusty nap companion. He always naps with me, but lately he’s wanted his closeness, you see. Sleeping in the living room, I take over the twin size matress that is their communal bed during the day. (Oh Lord when will the weird neuro stuff go away!)
He feels the need to rock me to sleep there, I guess. It’s a twin size! But roll me up on my side and here comes the boy. He leans up against my legs, effectively pinning me to the wall, and begins cleaning his appendages. Lift the head, rock me back, lick the leg, roll me forward.
There’s nothing quite so fun as being seasick at bedtime…NOT. I like the leans but the rocks not so much. At least the afternoon nap time is done in Mom’s king size bed, which cuts down on the clausterphobic pinned in place feeling. Silly boy.
Today will be a mixed bag for the boy. We’re heading out for a midmorning breakfast, so Kenai can hitch a ride, which he’ll like. But the viewing for Melba is this afternoon, which means he stays home. The funeral will be tommorrow, and he’ll have to stay home for that too.
If the knucklehead would get well…we’d finish his training and he wouldn’t have to stay home! But such isn’t life at the moment.
The rest of the week will be cookie baking, fudge making, and lots of on my feet all day. Ouch. I try to do the cookies last thing before Christmas, because it wipes me out bad. There won’t be much decorating or anything else the week after cookie baking. Double ouch. Fibro pain from hell, and too fatigued to care if I don’t get a shower. Yeesh.
But everyone loves homemade cookies and fudge for Christmas. My sister in law in Seattle is super concerned about nutrition and stuff, so I don’t know how much if any the kids get of sweets and such the rest of the year. But they get an actual bucket of sweets from me!
Hopefully it will all be done by Friday, so I can get the cookie buckets mailed off to the neices and nephews in Seattle. Then crash for a week. All that’s left is put up the tree. That can be done in peices, though, bit by bit. And no, BB you can’t help with that!
Posted by greatdaneservicedog on December 13, 2009
My little flapper…Kenai having a run, 23 mo
HOLY COW, I’m awake now…we’ve had a big winter system come through: teens, 30+ mph winds, the works. We thank God missed the snow and ice for the most part, our air being too dry for precip. Couldda’ done without that wind though. I’m wobbling like a fool when that frigid air hits my inner ears.
Kenai decided he didn’t like the wind making that noise, so he barked at it. He really let it have it when the door blew open, and there was no one there to see!
Kenai’s had a couple car rides, and today’s will wind up at the puppy store. I’d stay home if’n (how’s that for a good hillbilly word “if’n”), if’n we wouldn’t run out of kibble before the winds let up. I have one of those knitted face masks, so we’ll see if Brown barks at me…
It’ll be tough getting Mom out to the puppy store today–our dear friend Melba passed away yesterday afternoon. Three in one year…maybe if sorrow travels in three’s this will be the last death for awhile?
Mom is expectedly doing the Eore, sad and droopy. BB’s confused, and Kenai is alternating between grammy smooches and toy fetching. She’s crabbing at Beebs worse than usual, so I’m keeping him around me more. That’s okay with him–he just wants to follow you around and stick his nose in the way.
Oh yeah, and the latest of great funs is the mouse. We have a mouse in the house. Not unusual for the country, having a field mouse head for the insulated warmth of a country home. So we hear the scratchies in the walls, and rustling about in the storage room.
Of course we’ll catch it in traps, but in the meantime, there’s boy wrinkles and noses and funny looking butt wags when they think they know where it is. One thing I won’t be doing to catch it is getting a cat. That would not go well for the furniture (or weight bearing walls).
We’d call that hurricane boobiehead, and need to contact FEMA. The mouse would survive, but I’m not so sure about our belongings…
Now that the flu has left me for a younger girl and the migraine storms are under control again, we’re returning bit by bit to “normal”. I’m back to the computer (obviously), and daily chores with Kenai. Stuff like:
dodge the sweeper–with the requisite swat ‘n’ sneeze games
pick ups stuffs–just when the laundry is in a pile, a Kenai happens
sock snitching–”where oh where did my stripey socks go?”
wake me ups–a progression from cheek nuzzles and hugs, to invigorating tushie rubs
opportunistic molestation–pretty tushie is available while front end is involved in tug
boy toiletry–clean the ears and tummy folds, no fungus amongus if you please
BB has decided that the boy toiletry is actually nice, getting the ears rubbed after cleaning, all the baby massages that go with brushing, and witch hazel for his dry spots. Since the pedicure involves treats, that’s not so bad either.
In a couple of days maybe, I’ll have the extra gumption to get the cookie packages started. Or the Christmas tree box up from the basement. Or toss some net lights over the holly bushes in front. I know better than to try for my usual whole house makeover.
For some reason I can’t find any of those plastic red bows for outside. They’re all sort of felted, which would essentially melt in the rain. Plastic bows would make it easier to decorate outside: no plugs or extension cords to deal with. Oh well.
Guess I’m getting back to normal just in time for holiday go-nuts…
Posted by greatdaneservicedog on December 9, 2009
Get off your lazy ma and blog! Kenai, 23 mo
The boys are almost 2 years old–how’d that happen? Wow… Well, you can see we’re struggling with their health, Mr Skinny Ribs there. They were doing better during the Imizol/doxy regime but started deteriorating as soon as it stopped. Doxy alone doesn’t help at all.
I’m back sleeping in the living room since Kenai started having problems on the stairs again. I miss my own mattress! We’ve upped his kibble intake, and I fear it’s re-starting the bacterial overgrowth in the intestines again. Dang, there’s got to be a sweet spot for these pups, ya know?
Dr Susan, the holistic/traditional vet asked me to try a 10 day deal of Rimadyl to see if it helped with his symptoms. It is an anti-inflammatory, and Kenai doesn’t handle steroids well. I think it’s upsetting his touchy tum though.
On the happy side, BB has put on weight, up to 112 pounds again. Of course, he’s getting an absurd 10 cups of food a day…He should be round as a beach ball with all that food. I swear, when/if we ever figure out how to fix their digestive issues, I’m gonna let them get stupid fat for an entire month.
I’ll call BB “beluga butt’, and those rump bumps he so loves to do will be big enough to take down a grown man! And I’ll let Kenai be fat enough to waddle, and tease him about being a waddle wump. Once the fun is over though, I’ll take the weight off to normal.
I just want to be able to say my dogs can get fat if I want them to! I know, just because ya can doesn’t mean ya should, but I swear I will pork up the pups for a month if they ever get the ability to gain like that. If I can…
But for now–we’ve had a handful of training times, their favorite of which was the “peanut butter lick” practice. I smeared some peanut butter in a creme brulee cup and they got a few licks for each “good boy”. That was fun all over.
They’ve not had much outside time, other than short walks and the ocassional run about in the kennel. I’m still trying to recover my energy after the bout with flu. I’ve had to run some errands, but since the Imizol/doxy stopped, Kenai’s returned to nervous and noise phobic. And critter crazy.
He’s not even been inside Walgreens with me. I can’t see pushing him beyond what he can handle. Sad but there we are. Again. He’s even nervous about being left in the car, sweet guy. That means his car rides have been limited duration.
I really do need to give Lisa a call and set up a “training” time. It’s actually just play time, but that’s when pups learn the best anyway–when they’re having fun. Speaking of pups learning, I need to run over to Talos’ blog and see what he’s been up to.
And it’s time to put up the Christmas tree! That’ll be next post. It’s a brute of a two peice 7 footer, so I’m sure they’ll start by hiding out in the crates until it’s up. Then the nose…they’ve always been very good about it, and it’s on Kenai’s “side” of the living room. He’s body sensitive enough not to bump it. Yep, it’s tree time. We could all use some pretty.
Posted by greatdaneservicedog on December 7, 2009