|
When I was about 10 years old we had a Great Dane for about a year. He was a rescue. A guy that lived down the street from us had three of them and he got his kicks by putting one bowl of food out and watching them fight for it. He got arrested for animal cruelty and my mom agreed to take one of the dogs.
I think he was a Harlequin Dane because he was white with black spots. He was very sick and hurt when we got him, but after a little while once he healed up and got used to us and realized he was in a good place he was a great dog. We lived out in the country so he loved to run around our yard and have us throw the Frisbee for him. He thought he was a 10 pound lap dog and always wanted to lay on you or crawl into bed with you.
One day he just disappeared. We searched all over for him, but never did find him. It was too bad. He had a tragic life, but was a great dog while I got to know him.
|