lol, doberluv, they wernt realy supporting me...they knew if they didnt say yes i would have gone off with my dog lol. i was a stubborn child and we lived next to a big sports feild with woodland along the back that whent off for miles of trails, i used to dissapear for days into the woods...once i got king i stayed home...i think they realized if they told me to get rid of him id just wander off too, i had plans to join the circus, run off with the gypsies and become a river rat over my early years, King gave me a reason to stay around...
but they are an amazing breed, and when you can look directly in the eyes of a dog like him (we were eye to eye level for a few years lol) you see right into their soul. they truly are gentle giants but dont be mistaken, they are a mastif breed, and king would put himself between me any stranger we came across, especially men, he seemed to know the good and bad people, if a police officer came along he would hold back and sit calmly, if a strange worrysome looking man came along he would stand between us, if the guy didnt back away hed let out a low growl and lower his head.
He couldnt hear a thing but i swear he could read minds! if you have the time and space for those giant lap dogs, it opens your eyes to the world.
i hope one day i find him again in another dane, i belive fully in reincarnation and just know that one day we will meet again...and ill know him when i see him. 11 years is a long time for a dane to "hang around" he knew how much i needed him.
my parents have always thought my "slight" obsession with animals is a litle crazy, but there my life line.
i love my chihuahuas more than anything, there my babies and i cant have kids so they will be my kids forever. but i do miss the pure friendship of my dane.