Great Dane - Blog Posts
This is my baby Lola the great dane English bull massttff she is sooooooooo a snuggle bug big time love her till death
She was born 6/8/15
can someone make me art or smth bc my dog died
Inktober 06: Drooling
My dream pets?
1. Long haired weiner dog
2. Munchkin cat
My husband's dream pets?
3. Great Dane
4. Maine Coon
I want the smallest & he wants the biggest 🤣
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First time I've drawn in a while. Used some gel pens I got for Christmas and had not used yet.
I've been keeping busy. The holidays were fast and not long enough, I recovered my breathing just in time for mom to be forced back into treatment and so I have taken on all of the chores, I am mom again to my sister, and I am dog sitter/trainer. Just before being forced back into an intense treatment program, she got a puppy with the intention to train her as a service dog, so I am in charge of her exposure, potty, and basic commands training.
I want to sad post about my dog bc she passed away and I want to reminisce about her before I get her cremated. So please, indulge me talking about my food loving, nervous, and biggest baby.
My dog was a, on the smaller side, Great Dane and her name was Scooby-Doo. Yes like the character and she lowkey acted like him too. Let’s go through a list of how she would act.
Y’know the bond Shaggy and Scooby had? Like it’s undeniable that they were the bestest friends? That was her for me. We got her after my childhood dog passed to help me cope with my brother’s and dog’s death. She was my rock. I’d come home from school or practice and she’d jump on me and put her paws on my chest to give me kisses. And I was the only one she’d do that to.
She DID NOT appreciate her front paws being touched. Shed side eye you like her life depended on it and pull her paws away. It was like I was a peasant and she was a royal.
She was very prone to embarrassment. My dad would make fun of her or laugh at her for doing something and she would come up to me and shove her head in my shoulder for comfort.
I couldn’t do anything with her there. She’d lay her head on my notebook, laptops, or chest and just stare and hit me with her muzzle or slap the shit out of me with her paw till it either fell out of my hands or I gave in and cuddled
She hated, and I mean hated, hats. You have a hat on? She’d bark till you take it off. And if you’re shaved or bald? She hated it even more.
She’d wag her tail anytime you’d sing the Scooby-Doo theme song. It was the one of last things she heard me sing to her before she passed away in my bed.
You have food? She’d be on ya. Sitting beside you or near you, sniffing the plate, patiently or very impatiently waiting for a piece. And of course, spoiled as she was, always got a piece, on account of my dad☝🏾
She loved fetch, but only with plushies. I have loads of plushies and I always got her plush toys. But of course, she wanted mine. She loved my Sanrio squishmellows and jack skelling plush. I remember she wanted to play and she snatched my hello kitty squishmellow while I was voice messaging my friend. So all my friend heard was,”SCOOB, PUT HER DOWN YOUNG LADY!”
She had a bunch of nick names. Gooby-goo, Gooby, Goobs, Scooby-Doo-Doo, big girl, young lady, little lady, boney ass, and my personal favorite, fatty bratty.
She liked cuddling under blankets and laying on my pillows with me. Almost every night, she was right beside me, head and paws on my chest.
Overall, I just miss my dog sm and I wish she was still here. She was my big baby and she’ll be my very last because I’m manic and I will kms if I ever go through this again😛🤞🏾. Here’s a pic of my genuine Scooby-Doo
