TheBanyanTree: Dane Pain 😉

[Barb Edlen]

Nylabones are the safest bones for dogs because they do not break off into sharp pieces. The tiny particles pass safely thru the canine GI tract. Plus, they help reduce tarter so fantastically well. 

Rawhide bones are the most dangerous for any dog, but especially Great Danes due to bloat risk. 

Both Danes love water bottles, especially the gallon jugs. They grab them by the handle and play keep away. 

Their blankies are their fav things in the whole wide world. They don't chew them up, because they snuggle with them or carry them around with tails joyfully wagging. Stuffed toys get destroyed in minutes, so I've given up on them. They are SUCH first world dogs. 🙄🙄😊😊

✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･.｡.:*

> On Oct 3, 2016, at 1:42 PM, Monique Colver <monique.colver at gmail.com> wrote:
> 
> This was in my spam, which is weird, and is something I don't look at on
> weekends when I'm not working.
> 
> We have no nylabones, we don't like them because I read once they can be
> dangerous if the dog has a habit of chewing and ingesting them. Which my
> dog does. I don't know if it's true or not. Ash loves most of all bottles
> -- water and soda bottles that are about 16-17 ounces. And we give them to
> him - if I have one, he watches me very closely to be sure he gets it when
> it's empty. He chews off the cap, which we leave on for his amusement, and
> then I have to be sure to pick it up and throw it away because by that time
> it's full of sharp plastic edges and it really hurts if I step on it.
> 
> Perhaps those are bad for him too, I don't know. But he has fun. And every
> so often I go to one of my pet stores where I get the employee discount and
> buy him all kinds of stuff. He likes the chewable teeth cleaning things,
> and the stuffed toys, and anything he can take apart. We leave the tags on
> the stuffed things, because chewing those off gives him a good ten minutes
> of fun before he moves on to the rest of the toy.
> 
> I'm avoiding work. It's Monday morning. arrrgghhh.
> 
> 
> 
> 
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>> On Sat, Oct 1, 2016 at 2:49 PM, Theta Brentnall <tybrent at gmail.com> wrote:
>> 
>> Have you considered knee high, steel toed boots for your standard indoor
>> footwear?  The tail thing is why I like keeshonds - those nice little
>> curled tail doesn't hurt anything when it wiggles. Stepping on a Nylabone
>> is just a risk of living with a dog.
>> 
>> Theta
>> 
>>> On 10/1/2016 11:39 AM, Barb Edlen wrote:
>>> 
>>> For most of the uniquely-Dane-pain related things that usually happen
>>> each day, I am stoically calm about the many common place occurrences.
>>> 
>>> An exuberantly happy Dane tail whipping thru the air at the speed of at
>>> least 62 mph making contact with my leg? I don't even flinch. I'd like to
>>> think that it's because I am just THAT badass.....but, well, in reality I
>>> think it's simply that those nerves are now numb to the pain that causes
>>> visitors to whimper in surprised debilitating pain. (The root word of
>>> whimper is, after all, wimp, ya know.)
>>> 
>>> Great Danes are called Velcro Danes because they do indeed attempt to be
>>> as close to their human pack members as is physically possible. This may
>>> not necessarily mean that it is *feasibly* possible, but pfffft - 'tis a
>>> mere trifling detail to their hugely affectionate & devoted selves. So.
>>> This means a giant paw may accidentally step on my bare foot. And it
>>> always, ALWAYS feels as if all 126 pounds of Dane weight has centered
>>> itself on top of my foot. I normally handle this happenstance with nary a
>>> blink of a twitching eye, by calmly commanding said Dane to "Move over,
>>> sweetie." (If I neglect to add the "sweetie", she thinks I mean move away
>>> for-freakin-ever, which somehow translates into no longer loving her [image:
>>> 🙄][image: 🙄], and she won't budge. But, by adding just that one simple
>>> endearment, she politely shifts her weight and circulation is once again
>>> restored to my badass foot.)
>>> 
>>> Visitors - and sadly this includes family members who are very Dane aware
>>> - yell in pure panic with wild-eyed gestures and loud exclamations, while
>>> said Dane leans into them now scared and in need of affectionate
>>> reassurance, which, duh, causes them to shift their weight onto That. One.
>>> Paw., exponentially increasing the pain level of the screamer. (This is
>>> called Natural Consequence and garners no sympathy from me, altho' I
>>> pretend to extend effusive compassion. It's the mom in me. [image: 😇])
>>> 
>>> The One Thing that does cause me to wince/flinch in tense anticipation of
>>> unmitigated straight-from-hell pain is when Willow carries a giant Nylabone
>>> in her happy & affectionate wanting-to-share mouth. Because. She Randomly
>>> drops the freakin' heavy giant (no exaggeration!) bone and God Help You if
>>> your poor defenseless foot happens to be in the path of it, because gravity
>>> is indeed a bitch, and you will most likely pass out from the pain. My
>>> badass self (unfortunately) remains conscious as I limp around muttering
>>> about Nylabones and Lego's being from the same depths of barefoot-pain-hell.
>>> 
>>> ✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･.｡.:*
>> 
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