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Originally Posted by ChrisMT79
But of course (sorry for the terrible quality)! The first is when he was a pup (obviously) then the after lol.. Still difficult to look at sometimes. He had such a personality, even dealing with me running him 2-5 miles a day before he should have been. I would have done anything for that dog. Which reminds me, he actually lived through getting parvo, having his entire belly opened up only to find it days later. Yes that bill was gladly paid, he lived another 3 years or so. Tough one he was. My father is about 6ft 5inches maybe 270lbs, and he was taller than my dad on his hind legs. Sometimes if one of us fell asleep on the couch, you'd hear a big "thump, thump" at night... which was basically him pushing out of "his spot" on the couch lol.
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That is one huge dog. Makes a great Dane look like a poodle.
I love these stories. These furry devils are such a huge part of us and their personalities truly mold us to what we become.
The size of yours, I bet nobody messed with you
My first dog walked me to school and back every day, he was an angry mut, and hated everybody. He didn't ever mess with me after our big fight in the spring of 1986. I bit him because he stole my sausage. My dad made me sit in the corner for 20 minutes and made me promise I'd never bite a dog again.