(I stole the bloody line from some comedian. I don't remember who.)
Nice dogs. What's their name?
I had a Great Dane on the farm. It was only about 175 pounds I think. I cut weight I'd get into plastics and snowmobile suit with big boots and run laps through snow and ice around the house. Without fail I'd end up tripping on his frozen concrete pooh piles few times. Lol.
I don't have any. I met one once back in 2011 when I was a total mental and physical wreck. Falling apart from the separation, I was nearly completely out of my mind. My life outside of my marriage, was also falling apart. I could not help my mother or care for her. I wanted to save her from the fate she met, though it was likely not possible. I wanted to save my marriage and keep feeling the love I always wanted, though I was likely in such a bad marriage the first time, what my second wife did looked and felt like love and I could accept what she was doing, as long as she kept it secret. I was deeply in denial, obsessively loving her through whatever came along, and denying even the consideration of what was real.
So, this woman walks her dog through the area I live and right in front of my apartment. Her dog caught my attention and I felt no fear. I felt love and a childish innocence, even just looking at the dog.
I slowly walked up near the woman and dog and asked about him. We talked a bit and then I got the dog to smell me and consider me. Some of what I said to the woman made no sense to her. I was babbling a bit from the nature of my issues. I was mumbling. I was afraid of her, but not the dog, for some reason.
I petted him a little and he got really close to me as I stood there. He pushed his side against me and stood on my right foot at the same time. It was like he was claiming me. It was like he knew something was wrong. He was very heavy and beautiful. He was resolute and unafraid. He was kind and loving. I felt like he wanted to help me.
Eventually, I got low to the ground and petted and hugged him. I felt a growing love inside of me. I guess I needed someone to love me so badly, that his love shined through my issues.
As I typed above, feeling like he wanted to knock me down with his paw on my right foot and his side pushing against me, while down at his level, he pushed me over. He then stepped over me and stood as if to protect me from something or someone. He would not move and I could not move him.
The woman couldn't believe it. She hadn't seen him do that before, but she knew it was in their nature. She tugged at him and told him to get off, but he resisted. I had to let him know I was okay. He then stepped over and let me up.
Great dogs. Sorry for the long post. I didn't know how else to let you know why I like them so much. Later that day, I cried realizing I was a terrible mess. So bad in fact, a dog knew it.