Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Nelson is just seven months old and he's more dog than I've ever seen. I'm sure a horse saddle would fit him just fine. We nearly met eyeball to eyeball as he sized me up as friend or foe. If he'd chosen to put his paws on my shoulders he would have been two heads taller than me. His petite master assured me that he was just a puppy and harmless.
I love dogs! I just don't understand HUGE dogs. This creature is beautiful and he is beautifully big. He doesn't realize that he's larger than a Volkswagen bug as he moves gracefully among fine china, crystal art work, and various pricey objects 'd art! His swinging tail alone could innocently wipe out entire sets of Staffordshire collections. His chew "toy" PVC pipe could level a coffee table or bust through the glass door of the entrance to the place. He OWNS any space he chooses to occupy. This boy is carefree and confidant.
I can't imagine feeding a pet this big, let alone walking him, cleaning up after him, or just getting him in the car to go ANYWHERE!
Does he sit in the passenger seat? Does he poke his head out the sun roof so his ears can blow in the wind? How does he feel about lying in the MIDDLE of the bed at night? How much water does it take to keep him hydrated? Is he so well adjusted because he knows he puts the fear of God in every other living being? Did his owner have go have some kind of special training before she brought him home. Living with Nelson must be a full time job!
Our meeting left a vision in my brain and I can't get him out of it! He is a walking example of power under restraint and he's just a baby! What is he going to be when he's fully grown? Hopefully, he'll be kind and sweet, lovable and respectful.
I'm pretty sure he'll be and do anything he wants, who's going to argue with Nelson?