Oh, I love those colossal, tender beauties (great danes). :happy:
I have a funny Doberman Christmas story (his name was Zeppy). When I was married, my husband and I went to the store to get some ornaments and christmas candies. The candies were wrapped in red and green foil. (Brach's I think.) We put the candies in a basket on our coffee table.
A few days later I damned myself for eating so many. What could I be "not"thinking? Then, a day later, we had the first good snow of the season, really beautiful, pristine white blanket of snow. My husband and I decided to take a walk with Zeppy through the snow at the apartment complex. Zeppy squatted for what was --we thought-- a basic poop. But, it was red.
We panicked. And watched him closely but we didn't see any evidence of blood per se. A few hours later, Zeppy let us know he needed another BM.
Ok, but this time he pooped a little green:oops:, then some red:shy:, then a few more paces some green:x3:. He decorated that complex snowland red and green:joyful: . Oh, for the love of Christmas!, when we got back, I held the basket up to my husband and said to Zeepy, "Let's taper off a bit from too much Christmas cheer, shall we?"
Zeppy was fine (none of the candies had chocolate in them), but we promptly found a better place for the "candy basket."
What a dear love that dog was. Bless him.