My sister is about an inch shy of six feet and people regularly tell her that she is tall. A lifetime of handling this rudeness (Would you go up to a woman who is five feet tall and proclaim, “You’re short!”?) has yielded many witty replies, but my favorite is, “Well, I’m definitely not shopping in the petite section.” That’s all I could think of when I read about George, whose owners are trying to get him in the Guiness Book of World Records as the world’s largest dog. At 42 inches tall and 245 pounds, he is most definitely NOT shopping there either.
Great Danes are the dogs of my childhood and I am quite fond of them. I love the way they sit on couches (and laps!) in a posture that few breeds can assume. I enjoy the way they clear the coffee table with one wag of those whip-like tails. I love the galloping gait they have and the specific shapes of their massive paws.
The dogs we know as young children stay with us forever. I cannot help myself—I must go meet every Great Dane I see. (Occasionally I am able to resist meeting dogs of other breeds, but not often. And with Great Danes, never!) Does anybody else feel a particular affinity to a certain breed, even if, like me, you don’t currently have one in your home?