It’s Time For Another Installment Of Great Danes – They’re Just Like Us. February 14, 2007Danes Are Just Like Us. They sit on the sofa. Then they shit in the snow and eat a soccer ball. Share this:FacebookTwitterLinkedInEmail « Previous Post: What To Do When You Think Your Flight May Be Cancelled Due To Circumstances Out Of Your Control — Say For The Sake Of Random Example: A Forecasted Wintry Snow And Ice Mix With North-East Winds Gusting At 50 mph.Next Post: » Bossy’s Excellent Adventure.
annie says February 14, 2007 at 12:22 pm I used to have a dog that sat its butt on the furniture, too! And the dog I have now shits in the snow, too! Uncanny similarities!
lildb says February 14, 2007 at 4:01 pm I concur. And, by that same logic, so are manatees. Minus the couch-sitting. And the snow-shitting. And the, well, everything.
Her Bad Mother says February 14, 2007 at 5:43 pm You’ve got it wrong, sorry. MEERKATS are just like us. Great Danes, on the other hand, are just like the us that we only WISH we could be.
Res Publica says February 14, 2007 at 6:28 pm What an awesome dog. I am sitting here with my bitchy cat, and I’m totally jealous.
Jenn says February 15, 2007 at 9:02 pm Oh oh oh oh! Is he yours? Or did he just come in off the street, sit on your couch, shit in the snow, and take off on a Greyhound bus leaving you heartbroken?
annie says
February 14, 2007 at 12:22 pmI used to have a dog that sat its butt on the furniture, too!
And the dog I have now shits in the snow, too!
Uncanny similarities!
lildb says
February 14, 2007 at 4:01 pmI concur. And, by that same logic, so are manatees. Minus the couch-sitting. And the snow-shitting. And the, well, everything.
Her Bad Mother says
February 14, 2007 at 5:43 pmYou’ve got it wrong, sorry. MEERKATS are just like us. Great Danes, on the other hand, are just like the us that we only WISH we could be.
Res Publica says
February 14, 2007 at 6:28 pmWhat an awesome dog. I am sitting here with my bitchy cat, and I’m totally jealous.
Jenn says
February 15, 2007 at 9:02 pmOh oh oh oh! Is he yours? Or did he just come in off the street, sit on your couch, shit in the snow, and take off on a Greyhound bus leaving you heartbroken?