UniversalCompendiumGreat Dane, by Georges Gardet, c. 1904.
Soft fur, smooth curves, and an alert, loving look, all cast in bronze, give off a feeling of strength mixed with warmth and friendliness.
Paul HornBig Mack has demonstrated his prowess in performing a squeakerectomy in even top name-brand toys.
Latest victim - er, patient - is a Kong toy from Costco. To be fair, the box does say “for light to moderate chewers.” The rope inside made us think it might survive more than five minutes ….
Thomas Brightbill
bstowSome like to chill on Thursday nights to get ready for the coming weekend, but then there are those that elevate it to an art form.
#greatdane #dogsofmastodon #rescuedog
#greatdane #dogsofmastodon #rescuedog
Lisa S Baker ArtCheers! 😂 Paw-sitively Happy Hour: https://1-lisas-baker.pixels.com/featured/paw-sitively-happy-hour-lisa-s-baker.html
#dog #dogs #dogsofmastodon #greatdane #mastodogs #martini #drink #cocktail #bar #art #artist #arte #artwork #wallart #homedecor #artforhome #artforsale #buyintoart #artprints #canvasprints #dogart #fun #whimsical #green #alcohol #Thursday #mastoart #fediart #fediverse #fedigiftshop #beverage #happyhour
Marcus AdamsLurch, our #GreatDane, loves any kind of physical contact he can get.
Steve Reed 🤖
RezI have hundreds of pics of my 2 girls, but this is the only one I have posted online.
Had a trampoline in the garden, had some 200 ball pool balls. Balls onto trampoline, camera on a tripod, remote clicking.
W is looking on from the side.
W looking into the TV.
Occasionally we’d buy him a chicken from the supermarket
Cooked chicken bones are bad. Raw are fine
Take the chicken into the garden, W follows, throw chicken up in the air and when it lands he goes to sniff it.
He would circle the chicken barking to the world
Then he would bite it, throw it into the air several times before again barking as if to say “I have killed my food!”
Many crunchy chomps later he’d be a very happy dog
W, Great Dane meeting some cows.
One day I made a pizza from scratch. Flour, oil, yeast, milk, the lot. Cooked it, took it out of the oven and placed it on the kitchen counter to cool. Went upstairs to do other stuff.
Downstairs some time later, smelled cooked pizza, remembered I’d made one so went to the kitchen.
Nothing.
Zero evidence of any pizza anywhere.
But there was W, happily asleep - and he didn’t want his tea.
