This summer was a lot of fun. I found a surprising level of freedom in actually NOT planning anything specific to do, and just relaxing and taking it a day or week at a time. I didn’t feel like we missed out, and we were able to do everything we wanted. But, somewhere around June, my family started talking about getting another Great Dane puppy.
If you’ve been a reader here a for while, you may remember our beautiful Dane Harley. I used to write about him and our old boy Thor a lot back in the beginning of my blogging days. This past Christmas, and just overnight, Harley got really sick. We didn’t know what was wrong so we rushed him to the vet. After several tests we were given the very sad news that he had an aggressive form of cancer, and his prognosis and quality of life was grim. It was heartbreaking, and letting him go was one of the hardest decisions we’ve had to make as a family. We loved him very much and didn’t want to see him suffer. Once Harley was gone, our Springer Spaniel Wrigley suffered doggie depression. While he loves his humans, he dearly missed his best friend.
Our family truly has a love for this giant breed, and we missed having a big dog around the house. These things are what began the conversation about getting another dog. My husband and I weren’t quite sure if we were ready yet, but we casually began looking. I spoke to a lot of breeders, and even contacted Harley’s family to see if they were expecting a litter any time in the near future (they weren’t). After a few weeks of looking and not feeling right about any of the puppies we saw, we finally came across a litter that was only about 45 minutes away. Their babies were beautiful, and something about it just felt right.
So…. I wrote to her and asked if we could come see them in person. A particular little black and white mantle boy caught our attention, but we wanted to see him in person.
That weekend we went out, met the family, met the puppy’s daddy, and fell in love. We didn’t fall in love with just one, but two of them. A little harlequin girl with crystal blue eyes that we just couldn’t say no to. We made the arrangements, and became expecting owners of two new baby Great Danes. They wouldn’t be ready to come home for another 6 weeks or so.
Of course, because I research everything, I looked up tips for raising two puppies. You wouldn’t believe the horror stories I read about raising litter mates. I was devastated. I thought “oh my word, what have we done?” Everything I read was so negative and discouraging, but we just knew these two were meant to come home with us.
I finally stumbled upon some better news, and some positive folks out there who said it could be done, it wasn’t the end of the world for unknowing people like us who’ve committed to siblings. They offered training advice (which was yes, it WILL be hard, it WILL be double the trouble, but it CAN be worth it with a lot of commitment). In truth, I still wasn’t truly convinced we hadn’t just had a moment of insanity. So, we prayed and prayed, and I finally felt peace.
Two days after the kids went back to school, we drove to pick up our new babies. We’ve named them Titan (the little boy) and Blue (the little girl).
So we’re not going into it blindly and not fully knowing that our carpet, furniture, shoes, socks, and everything in between will feel like fair game to these big babies until they’re trained.
In fact, three days after we brought them home, my 4th grader left his homework paper on the sofa. A fan blew it onto the floor, and it didn’t take us long to discover that Titan had literally eaten his homework. It really, really happened. My son was mortified and afraid his teacher would never in a million years believe him. My brother in law is a teacher as well, and I text him to tell him the story and he said “You know that under no circumstances will a teacher believe that”- until I showed him the pics to prove it. Then, he cracked up laughing.
To save my son the embarrassment of telling his teacher, I was able to send her a message with pics for proof. She was very kind and gave him the credit for it anyway.
At 11 weeks old, we took them to the vet for their vaccinations, and they’d grown so much already. She is 30 lbs. and he is 32.5 lbs.
I talked to our vet openly about our concerns and she was actually very positive, which kept me feeling hopeful.
Wrigley has taken to them (it took a day or two) and now they run and play at every opportunity they have. He seems happy again to have new four-legged friends.
I realize that these two don’t replace our other danes in our hearts. They each have their very own special places, and that makes me happy.
And so, our new puppy adventure have begun…
If you’re a doggo lover and would like to know what these two are up to, I’ve decided to be “one of those” pet parents and make them their own puppy Instagram account- you can find it here at titan_and_blue