Have you seen pictures of him yet? He’s pretty spectacular.
Here’s a great article detailing his life from the book, Giant George by Dave Nasser.
He weighs 18 stone, which means that each stone is 14 pounds – so, he’s 252 pounds.
Have you seen pictures of him yet? He’s pretty spectacular.
Here’s a great article detailing his life from the book, Giant George by Dave Nasser.
He weighs 18 stone, which means that each stone is 14 pounds – so, he’s 252 pounds.
Would be afraid of this dog, unusual to be this big, might attack me, bigger than I am and would cost a small fortune to feed him! Agatha
Or, even if he was just playing. Can you imagine something like that gamboling toward you with a stick/branch in his mouth?
I wonder how much it does cost to feed him?
I love all dogs and my heart always breaks a bit for these giant ones. They have such short lifespans. It takes a special person to love such a dog, knowing your time together is so limited.
I know. I think they only live about 7 years, right?
My Karen -
Mrs. Jeanne had a friend when she was a girl who had 2 Great Danes that you to stand sentinal on either side of her friend’s fireplace. Her mother used to make the girls all go into that room to play knowing there was no way they were going to get “rowdy” in there with the “guards” watching their every move.
Whenever I act us and try to escape she treatens me by saying she’s going to get a Great Dane to keep me in check and stand in front of my favorite door to escape thru!
Could Flash come live here for a while and bark a lot so she decides she really doesn’t want a dog to keep me company?
Charlie (aka Atila) the cat.
PS: Tell Flash I’m sorry that I haven’t “talked” to him for a while but Mr. Doug has banned me from tying up his computer so much.
Dear Charlie,
I’m on a leash right now, and looking toward My Karen, just to make sure she doesn’t notice. Life has not been easy here, Charlie. You think YOU have it bad? Hah! I spit in your kibble.
Every single time I want to bark, she pulls on me. I sniff her feet and she says, “Ewwww.” I lick the floor, and she goes, “What are you doing?” She’s started calling me Fuzzy Butt, Charlie. Fuzzy Butt. Me, Koenig’s Photo Finish (aka Flash). I have papers, Charlie. I’m registered. Fuzzy Butt?
I could come and keep you in check, Charlie, as long as Mrs. Jeanne doesn’t call me Fuzzy Butt.
Your friend in sorrow,
Koenig’s Photo Finish
AKC Registered Shetland Sheepdog
from a proud, award-winning lineage.
NOT Fuzzy Butt!
Great story!
Wasn’t that heart warming?
What a dog!
I know – can you imagine the vet trying to examine him?
Isn’t he a big sweetie!
And isn’t he beautiful, too?
How extraordinary! He’s a beautiful boy! I loved how he followed Christie around after her miscarriage…protective of her. How lovely when the dog
accepted their daughter.
I know, isn’t that a great story?
I’d hate to have to feed and bathe him. It’s hard enough with my 30 pound female and my 24 pound male terrier mixes.
Oh, gosh yes. Or brush him. It would take a week. I seriously have enough with one dog. I couldn’t imagine caring for two.
Good heavens. Feeding my three dogs is bad enough. I wouldn’t want to have to feed him. He does look like a sweetheart.
This is one I sent to Sue-Ellen a couple of weeks ago. I think you’ll like it.
Whoops, posted to the wrong blog. Oh well you all will probably like it also.
thats a big dog
So, how tall is he?