My friend, Katie, snapped this photo of C and Cooper the Blue Great Dane of My Dreams at last night’s Yappy Hour; mostly for photographic evidence of the significant size difference of their craniums. If there was a competition for giantest of heads, Coop would take the trophy and all the glory.
Doak — who is completely oblivious to his own large stature — typically prefers the company of little four-legged friends; he likes his weenies tiny, his Italian Greyhounds delicate, and his Jack Russells small and stacked. He’d rather you didn’t get too close or sniff his backside if you’re a dog over 40 lbs, thankyouverymuch. But he loved Cooper, who was the gentlest of giants and awfully patient while the Doodle gave him a full sniff down and stared adoringly into his eyeballs, snoot-to-snoot.
For a second, I think I had C convinced that we could totally make a Doodle + Dane combo work in our 1700 square foot house.
Some Doodle has an appointment at the salon tomorrow. We always like to snap a photo or two of him in all his shaggy glory for posterity before the annual summer shave-down. Come Wednesday, he’ll look like a new man.
I’ve been on the fence about this tied shirt business for a while, but now I’m kind of almost on board. Especially in this heat; It’s nice to skip the bulky sweaty tuck-in. I won’t be baring any 9 to 5 midriff any time soon, though.
Speaking of haircuts, I have an appointment this Thursday afternoon and I’m thinking it’s time for a chop-chop. Maybe the heat is getting to me, but the idea of getting through the summer with these long locks is giving me agita…