July 4th weekend 2008, my 18 year old son come home sporting this adorable little jet black puppy, with ears and paws bigger than his body, clumsy as an ox, but all puppies are cute. I asked what his name is. Ulrik, its a german name and means A wolf that rules,A dog reighning supreme, that resembles his wild cousins. He said he wanted an unique name. Researched weeks prior to buying the dog. Then I caught on, the belonged to him. We all know what happpens when kids want animals, thats it the parents get the responsibility. So I told him the dog could not stay. My kids are grown an not that I don't love animals but it was knowing what was coming that discouraged me. So he moved in with his sister and her dog. Well when the landlady found out, that did not last long either. Back THEY came, and of course guess who took on the responsibility? Ends up both kids and their dogs and a cat moved in. The landlady really wasn't happy. How did this happen to me? Life WAS good. They stayed from November2008 til May 2009. During this time Ulrik who is a Great Dane,also know as the Gentle Giant. Believe me there is nothing gentle about him. He learned to jump on the beds, the furniture, his tail is the weapon he doesn't even know exists,imagine my endtalbes and knickknacks that took a beating.Over time I fell head over heels in love with him. I was now sporting him around in my car, taking him to the pet store, buying toys, working on training techniques, visiting friends. Like a little kid. Watching him grow from that little clumsy puppy into this Big Beautiful creature has been a pleasure. I love to take him for walks downtown people literally gauk in wonder, what is that? He is so black that sometimes I see blue. May came and my daughter bought a house, so again they all moved out. I miss him so much I call and tell my son to drop him off friday and I will bring him home on Sunday. Ulrik gets here and you should see him he takes about 4or 5 laps around the house, harrasses my jack russell, comes in licks the cat, who is really the only member of our 4 legged family that will play with him, and its almost like he is saying I am home. I call these weekends, my grandDOGson rights. Like grandparents rights, why not a dog.
My GrandDOGson,Ulrik the Gentle Giant.
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