They wanted a great dane.
Nothing like starting small.
It's ok, though, because Brandon's family (The Hall's) have large pets. His parents, Pam and Don own a St. Bernard named Huey. He is pretty awesome. Except that he was terrified of Hallie.
No one has bothered to tell him he is giant and could take her. Didn't matter, she walked in, he walked out. Pretty funny.
"I'd meet you halfway", says Brandon to me.
With those words ringing in my head, I ask a friend on facebook where she located her great dane. 24 seconds later, I was a proud grandma of a great dane.
Our friends, Matt and Jessi Sutterfield, had acquired their brother, Hunter's great dane puppy (She's a year old) and with Jessi doing other pursuits, the dog needed a new home. (Great Danes are MAJOR people dogs). The sweetest moment was in leaving, Payten (age 6) was overcome with remorse for her leaving (they wanted to get some chickens and it's tough with a chicken eating great dane in the vicinity) and Payten lamented as we got in the car, "I don't want chickens, I want Brielle". Cute and sad.
So on a handshake and a prayer, I got the dog a few days early, so we could "Bond" before we spent hours and hours in the car together.
Boy. Was I a dummy.
Now, I consider myself a dog person. I like dogs. I think they are fun, and sweet and loving, but if you know me, I also believe that the dog is in the backyard, and the family is in the house. This dog didn't get my rulebook before she came here.
For one thing, everyone involved kept reminding me that she is "Fragile". WHAT? She's as tall as a small horse, and poops like an elephant. Nothing about her screams, "Fragile". "She has to eat with her bowl elevated, and she needs a lot of interaction with her people."
She doesn't look too tough, does she?? She might lick you to death.
The fragile dog pooped in my house first thing, so she got her fragile self booted out doors.
She responded by eating her bed.
Kip had made the plan that she and Brandon would drive to one of his friend's houses south of LA, then drive the additional miles to get them to Gallup, New Mexico.
If you have ever driven from OKC to Gallup, New Mexico, I can just tell you right now, that prisoners could be sentenced to living along I-40 in New Mexico, and I'm pretty sure they would beg for mercy and ask for forgiveness and change their lives of crime to make sure they never live there.
There. is. Nothing.
To add insult to injury Kip would send us mountains and the beautiful view she was driving by. Hallie made this to show the vast difference of the drives we were making.
My cousin, Shannon, took pity on me and came up from Dallas and drove with me. She helped me drive and MAN, do I love help driving. I drove Hallie all over a 3 state area the last year in volleyball with no help driving, so MAN, I enjoyed sitting in the passenger seat getting somewhere. Pretty crazy. It's the little things.
We called this trip, (Excuse me, don't get offended, people) "Balls to the Wall, Ladies". It was fast and furious and we stopped only for all the three of us and the big black female dog to get out and pee. And that's it. We ate out of a cooler, and pedal to the metal'd it to Gallup, NM in about 11 hours.
Hallie sat in the back with Brielle. She called it the "Big Girl's Backseat Club" and She was president and Brielle was Vice-President.
I may have let her watch tv with me on the bed at the hotel.
Exhausted and road weary. Kip and Brandon made it to Redding about 12:30 am, so their drive was MUCH longer, but they took home the prize. I'm not sure if Brandon thinks it, since he had a very rested puppy on his hands, first night in. Pretty sure he rigged a dog door today. :)
Well, that's what I did on my labor day weekend. I might be recovered by next labor day. For.the.love.of.granddogs.