Many years ago I was thrilled when I finally had convinced my husband that a Great Dane would fit in perfectly with our lifestyle. He said yes, provided I was able to find a rescue (secretly thinking there was no way in the world I would be successful
). 1 phone call later to the local animal shelter & voila - they had just picked one up that AM as a stray and he would be available for adoption in 3 days provided his owners didn't claim him. On day 3 we were at the door waiting for it to open so we would be 1st in line and we brought Samson home with us that day. He was approx. 1 yr old, definitely a purebred. Very sweet & lovable as well as very big. That afternoon my husband was sitting on the floor with his back propped up against the recliner with Samson kind of laying across his lap. For some reason all of a sudden Samson's head popped up and caught my husband square under the chin.
It resulted in 1 of his front teeth getting a very noticable chip in it and the other front tooth becoming very loose. The smack was so loud I heard it from the next room. Now you have to understand my husband was a dental tech in the service and kind of obsessive when it came to caring for his teeth. My dream dog was the cause for my husband ultimately losing his 2 front teeth & having to get a partial plate. Luckily he was a dog lover and never blamed Samson - of course, I was the one who got blamed because I was the one who wanted a Great Dane.