Rrraulll! is the question
mentionin how bout we play!
it’s no sugguestion!

let the grounds quake as big boy found himself a football toy to bowl over but this one bowls right on back! flopping ears of a galluping gallute and tail conducting the symphony of mayhem beat the air with the rhythm. even lazy girl princess cant help but dance like she’d pee her pants which she’s not wearing with laughing tickeckled wet joy….but hardly joined the frey. just a circled sand stomp of her own. yes. i have three pups of the yard. a six year old white 120 something great dane of harlequin or fat cow markings a tad over done on treats. she is just over knee high and rarely as a female dog raises her neck in the classic dog posture or stance. but lopes slinky like that. then we’ve preistly collared spot white but otherwise satan black and silken 3 something bloack male great dane who does raises his neck thus is elbow height to a standing five foot eight me literally ever bit also 120 pounds perhaps one fourty but you know fish stories well enough…we lie up the numbers for ego’s sake he’s likely a few pounds less than one hundred fourty pounds me. but i warn you – while he’s nice, he’s take YOU for a walk unless YOU are on your game and even then i promise you he’s a train locomotive to stop after two steps so you had better be on your game as he can very esily hit 40 mph in a sprint and i can not πŸ˜‰ now we approach the stray tow girly cattle dog with her mostly grey with black spotted hide with speckles brown here or there. she can not make the long term sprint of a dane as she’s maybe 30 pounds ish a bit of a chunk to lift. this little stray leaps half height chain link fencing so as is usual, I have another hassle portion of care and supervision ;0 lol you let that scamp away with some free time and she’s into mayhem. she’s only about a yearish to a year and a half at most old…the classic scene in life of a puppy full grown and thus chewing and hell on wheels pestilence outgrown the cute phase and suddenly…poof stray. now. take alllll three of these happy grinning fools into your morning toast mission and…. you can understand why yards were created as such is quite a six pack of drooling begging feeeeed me! yummy toast!!!! eyes. followed by? more mayhem in the yard but! you get your toast! πŸ˜‰

yes. some mornings are meant for to say the truth… you’ve so many smiles spoinlin for some joy. of course i just swept damn it!

By Starman Jones

Everything and Nothing interests me. I cook read, write and even have to clean. I SHOULD NOTE: I'm 40 something.

9 replies on “spoilin’”

You’re havin’ way too much doggone fun! Ha! πŸ˜€

All of the Great Danes (dogs) I’ve known have been sweet and fun! πŸ™‚

All of the Great Danes (men from Denmark) that I’ve known have been fun, too! πŸ˜‰
HUGS!!! πŸ™‚

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