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World's Biggest Dog?? You Judge

I have to share this - (claimer - this was sent to me as an email) - ok I love love love love Gray animals so #A this pet won my heart #B the story itself also won my heart #C wowwwwwwww is all I can say!!

 

Imagine taking him for walks! George the Great Dane is 7ft 3inches long, 43inches tall, weighs 245lbs and is the world's biggest dog... but he's terrified of chihuahuas By Dave Nasser The first time we saw George, our beloved Great Dane, he was no more than a tiny, cowering ball of fuzzy fur. As my wife Christie opened the door of the crate he’d travelled in, he teetered to a standing position and looked out at us, moving his head slowly from side to side, taking in the wonder of it all. Finally, as if weighing us up and deciding we were acceptable, he tentatively pushed his little nose forward and gave Christie her first lick. Man's biggest friend: Devoted owner Dave Nasser with George, the world's biggest dog Though it didn’t really register, George’s paws were comically large even then. But all we saw was this cute puppy. We certainly never dreamed he would one day become the biggest dog in the world, standing nearly 4ft high at the shoulder, 7ft long and weighing nearly 18 stone. Right now, he just looked bewildered. He came into our lives in January 2006, just a few months after we had married and set up home in Arizona . We both had busy jobs, Christie selling medical equipment while I was a property developer, but she had always planned that, once she had a house of her own, she would also have a dog. A doggone miracle: George the Great Dane with the Nasser's daughter Annabel at home in Arizona Puppy love: A young George with Dave's wife Christie. Even as a pup he had comically large paws She wanted a Great Dane as they make great family pets, so we tracked down a litter of 13, born 1,000 miles away in Oregon . Their owner emailed us a photo showing a chaotic jumble of paws, snouts and tails. Twelve were entangled with one another, but our eyes were drawn to one pup standing apart from the rest. He was clearly the runt, endearing him to Christie immediately. George made the long journey from Oregon to Phoenix by plane and we picked him up from the freight area, tired but unshaken. As soon as George settled into our home, we discovered our plans to be fair but firm parents were wishful thinking. All the things that make Great Danes wonderful pets — their lack of aggression and their attachment to humans — make them more emotionally sensitive than other dogs. They need to be with their ‘pack’ at all times and at night the cute pup with intensely blue eyes turned into a caterwauling banshee whenever we tried to leave him alone in the kitchen. Magnificent: George measures more than 7ft from nose to tail and weighs 245lbs No matter how much we reminded ourselves that he had every home comfort (warm dog bed, warm blanket, warm kitchen, squeaky bone), each whimper created a picture in our heads of a tragic, abandoned pup, desperate for his mother. Eventually, we gave in and shunted George’s dog bed into our bedroom. In the coming months, Christie really threw herself into being a mum to George. As well as a photo album, he had a growth chart — we were soon reading it in awe. At five months he still acted like a puppy, chasing his tail and playing games of fetch and tug-of-war with his favourite bit of rope. But he was already the size of a fully-grown Labrador . He was putting on more than a pound a day and he bounded around like Bambi, skittering on our wooden floors and hurling himself at everything he fancied, including us humans. His displays of affection could leave you pinned temporarily against a wall or a piece of furniture. His size did not go unnoticed in the outside world. Our local park had a section for puppies but we were bullied out of it by other owners, who were scared George would hurt their pups, — but the opposite was true. The smaller dogs ran around and under him, and he’d be constantly sidestepping them, obviously anxious and jittery. Slowly we realized that our enormous puppy was a big softie. Besides his terror of being left alone, he had a fear of water. He’d growl anxiously at the side of our swimming pool, alarmed that his ‘pack’ members would so willingly place themselves in danger of drowning. If the pool was his most-hated place, his favorite was our bedroom. Eventually he outgrew the single mattress we placed there for him and preferred instead the comfort of our king-sized bed — sprawling between us like some over-indulged prince while we spent half the night clinging onto the edges. Paws for thought: George's giant feet dwarf Dave's hand In the summer of 2006, we solved this problem by buying him his own queen-sized mattress, which he still sleeps on today at the bottom of our bed. But soon we encountered another challenge as George reached doggie puberty. Once he had grabbed life by the lapels, now he was grabbing onto legs — table legs, chair legs, human legs, he wasn’t picky — and doing what all male dogs do with the vigor of a canine giant. He calmed down in the furniture department after we had him neutered, but then he took up a new hobby, eating as if it were an Olympic sport. A sausage on the barbecue was like a siren to a passing sailor. You couldn’t turn your back for a minute. And he was so tall that he actually had to bend down to pinch food off kitchen counters. He could reach the high shelves as well, so we had to hide everything away in cupboards. Soon, he was getting through around 100lb of dry dog food every month. As he approached his first birthday in November 2006, weighing about 14 stone, it was getting physically impossible to make him go anywhere he didn’t want to — including the vet’s surgery. He had not forgotten the time he went there in possession of his manhood — and came out less than whole. As soon as he recognized the entrance, he refused to move. So I had to take him around to the less familiar back door instead. For all these troubles, George gave us plenty in return, not least the following year when Christie lost the baby she was carrying. Evidently tuned in to her grief, George was a constant presence at her side. When she sat, he sat too. When she stood, he stood and padded alongside her to wherever she was going. His personality grew more delightful the bigger he got. A male Great Dane typically weighs from nine to 11 stone, but by Christmas 2007 George weighed 15 stone — bigger than most men. At this point, he loved being chauffeured around in my golf cart and would sit in it, his haunches on the seat and front legs on the floor. By Christmas 2008, our canine colossus weighed 18 stone. A friend suggested he might be a contender for the Guinness Book Of Records, but we had other things to think about: Christie had discovered that she was pregnant again. With size comes problems: George the giant barely fits in the back of his owner's SUV The trouble was, when our daughter Annabel arrived that September George made it clear he wanted nothing to do with this interloper. He was used to spending nights in delightful oblivion at the foot of our bed. Annabel’s high-decibel presence simply wasn’t on. When she cried, he’d wake, harrumph and then turn over in annoyance. Once it was clear the racket was going to continue, he’d exhale heavily again, till one of us finished that mysterious feeding thing we did with the noisy intruder. But while he might not have cared much for Annabel, George loved her dolls, especially a stuffed green one that played a nursery rhyme when squeezed. Whenever he could, he placed it between his paws and pressed it so he could hear the tune. It was like a security blanket. It was a period of such big adjustment for him that if it made him happy, then it was fine by us and our patience was rewarded. Slowly, George understood that Annabel was our pack’s youngest member and in need of his affection and protection. And on Christmas morning, he ended his three-month sulk, acknowledging her presence with a lick of her hand. It was the best present we could have had — although the beginning of 2010 brought more good news. Over the previous weeks, while Annabel slept, Christie had applied to the Guinness World Records people on George’s behalf. That February, one of their adjudicators came to watch George being measured in the presence of a vet. He was officially declared not just the world’s tallest living dog (43 inches from paw to shoulder) but the tallest dog ever. The following week we flew to Chicago to appear on the Oprah Winfrey Show and were put up in one of the city’s most luxurious hotels. We had a huge sitting room, dining area and even a bar — but there was just one problem. There was nowhere for George to sleep. As we enjoyed a gourmet meal and a bottle of red wine that night, he struggled to settle on two roll-out divans provided for him. Infuriatingly, they wouldn’t stay together. So he had his head on one and back end on the other, but his stomach was sagging onto the carpet. ‘You know what we need to do,’ I joked. ‘Give George our bed to sleep on and have the divans in this room ourselves.’ Christie looked at me with a telltale gleam in her eye and I knew immediately my joke had been a fatal error. An hour later, our boy was sprawled in splendor in our huge, fluffy king-size bed. ‘Well,’ whispered Christie, ‘George is the star here, after all.’ She was right, of course, and since his appearance on TV, Giant George has built a following around the world, with his own fan club, website and 70,000 fans on Facebook. None of this, of course, means anything to George. He still spends his days doing what he has always liked best: eating, playing and sleeping. Our cherished pet may have become a global celebrity — but really, he’s just one of the family.

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SnowPea STEALS a Green Bean

So we have this little crook that resides in our 24 foot RV who happens to think she has the rights of a cat. So JuneBug the cat rats our SnowPea the dog. We had a bowl of green bean on the counter and this little white fluff ball decide to get on the counter and help herself. BUSTED!!

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Masters want Our Support

Hello. Not much to report. They said it was going to cool off today but it sure did not feel like it. We sleep and do much of nothing for another day and then it's hiking day. We can't hike unless our Masters have the day off and no day off till Wednesday. So we are woof woof excited... We are going to start helping our Masters out by adding a store signature on our articles. This is the main way they support us and we need to show our support to them. After all; playing, feeding, watering, walking (lots of it) loving and all those extras came to us with no price asked it's the least we can do in return. So check out their store and they do make pet supplies - all you have to do is ask for a custom order and they will work with you....

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Bark in the Park, Dog, Cat and other Animals

The Brooklyn Cyclones invite all dog lovers to come watch them play on August 22, 2001 at the annual Bark in the Park game at MCU Park in Brooklyn. The evening’s fun will include a photo contest of some of the dogs attending the game, and their pics will be shown on the video board.
Free doggie bags filled with great treats, gifts, and other things are being given to away as well as contests where owners will be asked to play the role of a dog. The players will play fetch with them and maybe even ask them to roll over.
The event starts at 4pm with an adoption area of Sean Casey’s Pet Rescue and the game begins at 7pm. Advanced online tickets are only $5.00 and meal vouchers are $6.25.
To Read more of this wonderful article click here:
http://www.petswelcome.com/articles/bark-in-the-park.html

I was so excited to read this... I so respect the fact that not everyone likes animals and leashes protect them and our pets but to know there are pet friendly places for us - this is just wonderful....

Milita our Border Collie Says

This was take by my male Master. You see when my female Master is outside I do not relax because she is my full time job keeping an eye on her. When she runs I run when she walks I walk. And when anyone messes with her - they get a chunk of my verbal NO you don't...

I am a working dog even though my last Master (who was a complete abusive jerk and thank you ICARE for saving my life along with my sister Mindy). I don't herd sheep's or cows but I do dang good care of my female Master and my nightly treats is getting to sleep either next to her or at her feet. A true strong bond has grown stronger since being here in Idaho which makes this state awesome!!

Dog vs Skunk

TWO OF THE GREATEST TRAITS TO HAVE:   1. PATIENCE 2. WISDOM   Thanks LW for sending this AGAIN you ROCK!!

Dogs and a Cat

I found this story at this web address: http://www.thedogman.net/publications.asp

Where do pets come from?

Where do pets come from? It is reported that the following edition of the Book of Genesis was discovered in the Dead Sea Scrolls. If authentic, it would shed light on the question, "Where do pets come from?"

And Adam said, "Lord, when I was in the garden, you walked with me everyday. Now I do not see you anymore. I am lonesome here and it is difficult for me to remember how much you love me." And God said, "No problem! I will create a companion for you that will be with you forever and who will be a reflection of my love for you, so that you will know I love you, even when you cannot see me. Regardless of how selfish and childish and unlovable you may be, this new companion will accept you as you are and will love you as I do, in spite of yourself."

And God created a new animal to be a companion for Adam. And it was a good animal. And God was pleased. And the new animal was pleased to be with Adam and he wagged his tail. And Adam said, "But Lord, I have already named all the animals in the Kingdom and all the good names are taken and I cannot think of a name for this new animal." And God said, "No problem! Because I have created this new animal to be a reflection of my love for you, his name will be a reflection of my own name, and you will call him DOG."

And Dog lived with Adam and was a companion to him and loved him. And Adam was comforted. And God was pleased. And Dog was content and wagged his tail. After a while, it came to pass that Adam's guardian angel came to the Lord and said, "Lord, Adam has become filled with pride. He struts and preens like a peacock and he believes he is worthy of adoration. Dog has indeed taught him that he is loved, but no one has taught him humility." And the Lord said, "No problem! I will create for him a companion who will be with him forever and who will see him as he is. The companion will remind him of his limitations, so he will know that he is not always worthy of adoration."

And God created CAT to be a companion to Adam. And Cat would not obey Adam. And when Adam gazed into Cat's eyes, he was pleased. And Adam was greatly improved. And Cat did not care one way or the other reminded that he was not the supreme being. And Adam learned humility. . And God was pleased. And Adam was greatly improved. And Cat did not care one way or the other.
Anon

Moving Day

It's moving day. We so love moving days. We lay and watch our Masters work like crazy getting things in order. Sometimes we'll get lucky enough to see the male Master trip or something - this almost a guaranteed show.

SnowPea always travels on our female Masters lap and will have it no other way. It's some times hard on Master because she works from her computer and well SnowPea makes it hard to balance her and the computer.

Milita is a typical travel dog. She is up the entire time watching out the window. Always watching. She never gets sick and just enjoys every second of the adventure.

JuneBug is the one that gets the most attention and we think it's because the female Master baby's him the most. He gets to ride in the cat crate and is always being tucked somewhere safe and with-in arm reach of the female Master. JuneBug is their first pet and so I can understand why the extra attention on travel day. JuneBug is now very good on moving day and hasn't meowed since the first month of travel - two years ago.

We will be leaving within the hour and all of our items are in place to make the trip easier on everyone. Our leashes for those short stops. Our travel water bowls (JuneBug can't eat or drink until we are parked for the day - other wise he may get sick) and plenty of poop bags (our owners no matter where they are - are firm believers in picking up our scat - its the law in most states). 
We also stay on our leashes for many reasons. Its the law and just because our Masters love us doesn't mean you will - and so we must give all humans the right not to fear us. If they wish to come up to us and pet us - we so invite you to - but it's your choice. We like this law!!

And so we must go because there is more work to be done. Check out our pictures later today (we may not have wifi and may have to wait till tomorrow to post. But be on the look-out and drop us a line to say HI!!

RV Pets (Funny Friday)

An amazing talking dog

A man and his dog walk into a bar. The man proclaims, "I'll bet you a round of drinks that my dog can talk."

Bartender: "Yeah! Sure...go ahead."

Man: "What covers a house?"

Dog: "Roof!"

Man: "How does sandpaper feel?"

Dog: "Rough!"

Man: "Who was the greatest ball player of all time?"

Dog: "Ruth!"

Man: "Pay up. I told you he could talk."

The bartender, annoyed at this point, throws both of them out the door. Sitting on the sidewalk, the dog looks at the guy and says, "or is the greatest player Mantle?"

RV Words Done by Our Pets

Hello! And welcome to our very first post. We are a team of three pets. We all live with our Masters Jorge and Evielynne. Blah they have their own blogs to play with and we just felt we needed our own fame box.

Lets get the introductions out of the way so we can have some fun...

And so in pecking order here we go!!

JuneBug is my name and lets just get one thing straight.... I am a MALE!! Don't ask me why my Masters named me such a sissy name "it is what it is". I was born in 2007 Miami Florida in the month of March possible in the month of February and my owners then where such turds that I needed to go to a new home. And so the ads went on the telephone poles and what do you know my male master found the number to my complete amazement. And so this cute lady and this guy came to look at me and all of my sisters and brothers and there where about 8 of us in total. Well the cute girl grabbed my brother and the guy choose me. Well after that everything was such a blur for I hide for 4 days because it's in my nature to be a scaredy cat. And that is how I came to live with my wonderful Masters.

Milita is my name and I am one tough girl. I am approx 4 years old and I was adopted April of 2009. I have to be I am a border collie. A sad story I am. I lived on a ranch and I was a working dog and for some reason it just didn't make sense to me. Like for real you expect me to chase after smelly cows all day. Well my Master at the time was a mean sort and like to hit me and kick me and I became even meaner back in those days. I wanted to kill, kill, kill didn't matter if you where a cat or dog - I hated you. To make things worse my owner like to drink and when he drank he did things that should put humans in jail. Like lob of half my ear for fun. I should of been put to sleep but http://www.icareforpets.org/ seen something in me and kept me clean, warm and well fed - although at night time it was prison for me being behind bars all night. I couldn't be around other animals because of how angry I was.
Well this girl and this cute guy came in and poked around for a long time. The cute guy got excited about me right away. But that girl wasn't so thrilled and even was afraid of me. Well they took me outside and as if I couldn't understand what they where saying - DUAH... I knew I was going home with them. BUT it wasn't so easy... You see my Master live in an RV and travel non-stop all around United States and that is something doggy adoption really doesn't know how to handle. But they sat and talked to the big boss and what ever they said WORKED. I was going home with them. BUT there was another snag. A cat also lived with them and how was this going to work. TIME-TIME-TIME and a lots of love and work went into me. And would you believe the cat and I are friends now. I am sorry to say it was not Love at First Site for the two us but it close to it now.

SnowPea is who I am. I am all drama. You see I am a chihuahua and to make things more interesting I too am a girl. I too came from http://www.icareforpets.org/. I was adopted in Oct 2010. I am not sure what happen to me - I don't think I was abused because I have no fear and bounce around everywhere. I'm not loud unless strangers come by. I think I escaped or got dropped off. But what ever the reason is I couldn't find a better home. My first name was Madonna - yuck maybe because of the whole drama thing. I have had babies but can't remember what happened to them. I was fixed because that's the law in the animal prision world. My female Master fell in love with me and well I still get funny looks from my male Master. I am approx 4 years old too. I liked the cat right aways but now I love the old fat thing who goes by the name of JuneBug and Milita is my best friend. I like to groom her and I can be found from time to time grooming JuneBug as well.