National Doggy Day was yesterday. This post is late. Get over it. I want you guys to meet my Magnus!
Or Monkey or Wonderdog (also see: Adventuredog) or Stinkapottomus Rex.
He is five years old, 165 pounds. He is a blue Great Dane and he loves long walks on the beach at sunset, being the little spoon, butt scratches and soft serve ice cream.
He does not have a saddle. We do not ride him to work. We have a teeny-tiny house, a big truck (because the Camry didn’t work out) and he has the biggest, man-dog bark in the neighborhood. I have had him since he was two and I wish all the time that I had seen him as a poopy.