Gizmo the Brave, but not too smart
I’ve got a Dr.’s appointment this morning. It is cold and wet outside. I’d about rather get another root canal than go out and drive around in all this mess today then wait in the “waiting room”. Is it an unwritten rule that every magazine in that little room has to be at least 3 years old? The last magazine I read in a waiting room had Britney awaiting the birth of her 2nd baby. Whatever, I’ve got to go. Besides the root canal last week did kinda suck, especially afterward. Oh well, it’s a good thing to get the checkup behind me anyway I guess.
I saw this absolutely ginormous great Dane named George on the Oprah show yesterday. He weighs 245 lbs and sleeps on his own queen sized bed. He looks like such a sweetie.
Here’s a clip of George and the man who loves him. You know, if my Gizmo met George he’d try to pick a fight. Thank God the big guys are usually gentle giants and are dismissive of the crazy acting little guys.
I’ve always wanted to have a really huge dog. But I know the biggest breeds usually have much shorter life spans; and when I lose a dog, it’s a very, very bad thing for me indeed. From the time I was very little my mom told me the story of the rainbow bridge, where all your loved pets go after they die to wait for you. (That story has helped to get me through some really dark days.) I fully expect by the time I get to that bridge, I’m going to look like Caesar Milan, the dog whisperer with a whole pack o’ pooches waiting for me. I’m just hoping that when everybody is up there they all get along; some of my pups have had a surplus of “self-confidence” let’s say.
