Scout is growing and growing. Don’t take my word for it, check out our first Bear photo shoot here.
She continues to be adorable. Bixby has been so patient with her. No matter how much she climbs, bites and antagonizes him, he gently corrects or redirects her.
Having him around has made things so much easier. He will distract her when she is bothering the cats, entertains her when I’m trying to get things done. And she follows him around and clearly idolizes him. It all works for me.
Had a fun photo shoot today…
Makes me laugh every day. I told him when he was a puppy he had two jobs: make me laugh and protect me. He does both with the same enthusiasm. Although his protection is subtle – he backs up, sits on my feet, which brings him up to my chest, and dares anyone to step closer without saying a word. We were laughing the other night and saying if he were a person, he’d be Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson. Love that pup.
He’s one month old in this photo. We hadn’t even met yet. That was this day:
It was love at first sight. Not much has changed over the years:
Being Bixby is exhausting:
Party on big guy! For all his adventures, including Bailey fun, click here.
This pretty much sums up how I’m feeling, too. Yes, that bunny is about as big as Bixby. It was his after-Easter-sale present. And yes, it is missing its bunny tail, one ear and both eyes. But that’s how he likes his stuffies. Have a great weekend. Hoping to get back to regular-ish blogging next week. – TaMara
We spent last weekend with the family. Here is Bixby’s crew:
Little Gracie – the furry one in my niece’s arms, is 5 months old and ruled that big beast. She’d playfully chase him all around the house before running back to her safe spot and starting all over again. He was clearly smitten as was she.
He was exhausted when we got home. He crawled into his crate and slept until I dragged him to bed. The next day he was reluctant to play tug or go for his walk. He seemed glad when I went to see my clients and left him snoozing on the couch.
He has since recovered and is his lively self again.
BTW – 39 photos to get that one. Trying to get a 9 yr old and two puppies to hold still – well, thank goodness for the burst feature on my camera.
Just a quick Bixby update. This dog loves snow and we must find the deepest and freshest snow on our walks. And he spends a considerable amount of time laying around in it. He’s had a good winter for it, as our Christmas snow has uncharacteristically stuck around.
Somehow, despite my best efforts, he’s turning into a beautifully behaved dog. I’ve taken the door off his crate and he does great when I’m at work, usually lounging on the couch until I get back. He’s an excellent walking partner and affable office companion. Even Jake is warming up to him.
We had an awesome play date last week with a friend’s foster dog. And Bixby did something completely unexpected. Denali, the foster dog, is just a smidge of a pup, underweight, medium sized, and completely unfazed by Bixby’s size or enthusiasm. They romped around and around, then Denali jumped up on Bixby, trying to take him down. And bless that big dog’s heart, he paused for a moment and then flopped down, legs up in the air, as if to say “you got me, you got me!” Then he’d get up and they’d do it all over again. My heart just melted.
Anyone who has played with this dog at all knows he never acquiesces, he loves a good game and plays with all his heart. But I believe he was crushing on her and knew she needed a “win” in her rough life. And he happily gave in to her.
I adore this dog.
The video below is just a bit of him playing. The sunny day and the snow totally bled out my camera, so it’s not the best quality.
It’s a bit long, but it’s mostly for my archives. Though you do get to hear the Beast barking and watch him run full out.
Until next time….
This is mostly photo updates today. Bixby loves his walks and this fall he discovered leaf piles. I think last year we were so busy just growing up and exploring the world, he missed the whole idea of jumping around in a big pile of them. Our walks are often interrupted by a random pile of leaves he must jump in and dig through. My neighbor thinks it’s so cute, he makes a pile for him every day or so.
I had to run some errands this week that took us near the vet’s office, so we popped in for a weigh-in. The big guy is 153 lbs and so skinny I’m thinking I’ll be adding a cup of food to his day. But today, he is not himself. He’s got Great Dane Tummy – something he got into has upset his digestion and he was up all night last night going in and outside. No food today and rice tomorrow should clear it up.
Poor baby. He’s been in that spot all afternoon. That’s the one thing about Danes, they have the digestive system of a nervous Chihuahua. It doesn’t take much to mess them up.
I finally got him to take another paw-in-my-hand shot. He rarely holds still long enough for me to get one, but in the bunch I took this time, there was one that wasn’t a blur. For comparison, here is the first time I did it, and here is the second.
We had our first snow yesterday and as you can imagine, he was completely excited by it. He spent a good ten minutes racing in circles and nosing through it. As last winter came to an end, he would find the few snow drifts left and plop himself down in them, clearly disappointed there were so few left. So I knew he would be very happy when we went outside yesterday morning.
That’s it for this quick update. He’s doing great and maturing quickly. He’s a joy to take on walks now. The concept that if he is gentle and calm he receives lots of love and attention has taken hold, thanks in part to the many strangers who want to stop, talk with me and give his ears a scritch. The scritch soon turns into a full body snuggle, as the Beast is like all Danes, show him some attention and he quickly uses you as a leaning post. No one seems to mind.