At our last house we decided that a Great Dane would be a good dog to rule the roost. It was my first house and my first dog so I didn't really know what to expect. I surely didn't see this coming.
Lilie (officially Little Lilie Lilliput - because we saw the humor in naming a huge black dog the Danish word for white in the land of the little Lilliputians) developed quite a little social life.
Escapade #1: Neighbors stopped by and asked if they could take her to the local fair. "Uh, um. sure.... I guess... Um can you have her home by 10?" (Did I just give my dog a curfew?)
Escapade #2: Call from a neighbor I had never met (who I now know to be Mark)
Mark: Is this Lilie's mom?
Me: Um, I guess. Yes, Lilie is my dog.
Mark: She is ready to come home.
Me: OK. I will call for her.
Mark: Can you come pick her up? It is raining and so we are letting her hang out in the house and I don't want her to get wet. (Who is the "parent" here?)
Me: OK, where do you live?
As a little aside, I drove to a nearby ESTATE and met my 150 pound great dane running through the dining room, shaking the china cabinet. They loved her so much that they invited us back and sent us home with a cooler full of perch.
Escapade #3: New Year's Eve 1994. Lilie doesn't come home for the night.
We worry, but we assumed maybe they were having a party at the ESTATE and she was invited.
9 AM New Year's Day: Lilie shows up, bathed with a ribbon around her neck. Apparently it was quite the party.
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