Don't hate me because I'm beautiful
The last time I wrote to you, I introduced myself. My name is Lilly and I’m a Harlequin Great Dane. That’s the best kind of Great Dane. About five months ago, I got a new Mom and Dad and a new home. On a boat, of all places. Now, that’s not the kind of lifestyle I envisioned for a trophy dog like me.
I kinda got used to the boat. Sure, getting up and down was a hassle and it was a long walk to the park where I could go potty, but it had its perks. I made lots of dog friends on the other docks and Mom took me for long walks in the park and at the dog beach. I love playing in the ocean and run around and around until I can’t run anymore.
There were some weird things about living on the boat. We had a long dock we had to walk up to get to the parking lot. There were these shiny T-shaped things all along the dock with leashes tied to the boats. They kept getting in my way.
Another funny thing was Frazier Crane. He’s a big bird that lives on our dock. He’s kinda like a giant chicken with long legs and a long neck. He’s really friendly and isn’t afraid of me. I can walk right up to him. He has these giant wings and with one or two flaps he can be airborne. When he comes in to land, he practically hangs still in mid-air.
The boat was a nice, snug den. No one could sneak up on me, it was safe and secure. I was getting kinda used to it when my world was shattered again.
I kinda got used to the boat. Sure, getting up and down was a hassle and it was a long walk to the park where I could go potty, but it had its perks. I made lots of dog friends on the other docks and Mom took me for long walks in the park and at the dog beach. I love playing in the ocean and run around and around until I can’t run anymore.
There were some weird things about living on the boat. We had a long dock we had to walk up to get to the parking lot. There were these shiny T-shaped things all along the dock with leashes tied to the boats. They kept getting in my way.
Another funny thing was Frazier Crane. He’s a big bird that lives on our dock. He’s kinda like a giant chicken with long legs and a long neck. He’s really friendly and isn’t afraid of me. I can walk right up to him. He has these giant wings and with one or two flaps he can be airborne. When he comes in to land, he practically hangs still in mid-air.
The boat was a nice, snug den. No one could sneak up on me, it was safe and secure. I was getting kinda used to it when my world was shattered again.
On the Waterfront
One day Mom brought home a lot of boxes and they started packing everything on the boat. Then they took the boxes and disappeared for hours. For the next two days I had lots of time by myself, but the good news was that there was no one around to tell me to get off of the big bed in the aft cabin.
The next day, Mom loaded me into her SUV, we call it the Queen Mary because it’s so big. I like the QM because it has a big flat area in the back and a long seat in front. Sometimes Mom lets me ride up front with her.
This day I got to ride up front because the back was packed to the ceiling with boxes. We drove to a park with lots and lots of huge houses. I was afraid she was taking me to new parents. I have had so many, that I don’t want to change again.
She took me out of the car and to a flight of stairs. These stairs were different than the companionway ladder on the boat. I could get up and down that by myself, but these stairs were scary. The were slanted and went way up to the second floor of the big house.
Mom made me go up. It was difficult at first as I tried to figure out how these things worked. We got to the landing on the top and Mom said, “This is your new home.”
She opened the door and went in. I stayed outside, not sure what would happen in there.
Everything was a mess. The apartment was filled with boxes. I couldn’t find a place to lay down. The apartment on land seemed smaller than the boat, but as stuff got put away, we had more room. Mom was totally stressed out, it made me want to take a nap. But my big concern was where was my food bowl? My water bowl?
After a couple of days of unpacking, Mom took Dad away. I don’t know what he did that was so bad, but I decided to be careful myself, so she didn’t take me away.
I got left alone for a long time, then Mom came home without him. The next day, she went back and picked him up. Now he spends all his time in bed. He’s always limping around with a walker and can’t carry anything. I don’t know if I’ll ever get any fun out of the old guy.
The next day, Mom loaded me into her SUV, we call it the Queen Mary because it’s so big. I like the QM because it has a big flat area in the back and a long seat in front. Sometimes Mom lets me ride up front with her.
This day I got to ride up front because the back was packed to the ceiling with boxes. We drove to a park with lots and lots of huge houses. I was afraid she was taking me to new parents. I have had so many, that I don’t want to change again.
She took me out of the car and to a flight of stairs. These stairs were different than the companionway ladder on the boat. I could get up and down that by myself, but these stairs were scary. The were slanted and went way up to the second floor of the big house.
Mom made me go up. It was difficult at first as I tried to figure out how these things worked. We got to the landing on the top and Mom said, “This is your new home.”
She opened the door and went in. I stayed outside, not sure what would happen in there.
Everything was a mess. The apartment was filled with boxes. I couldn’t find a place to lay down. The apartment on land seemed smaller than the boat, but as stuff got put away, we had more room. Mom was totally stressed out, it made me want to take a nap. But my big concern was where was my food bowl? My water bowl?
After a couple of days of unpacking, Mom took Dad away. I don’t know what he did that was so bad, but I decided to be careful myself, so she didn’t take me away.
I got left alone for a long time, then Mom came home without him. The next day, she went back and picked him up. Now he spends all his time in bed. He’s always limping around with a walker and can’t carry anything. I don’t know if I’ll ever get any fun out of the old guy.
At the Dog Beach
Mom spent the next few days putting the stuff in the boxes away and little by little, there was room to move around.
People are funny. I watched Mom unpack. She took armfuls of towels out of the boxes. What did she need with so many towels? You can only dry yourself with one at a time. She unpacked a funny looking wooden box and put it on top of the china cabinet. The strange box had a glass door and under the door was a metal circle with little arms on it. Every so often it made strange ringing sounds. What in the world did she need that for?
Eventually, we got moved in and it began to feel like home. I found my food bowl and best yet, I discovered that my food bag is in the closet. Every now and then, Mom doesn’t lock the closet door. When I notice this, I pretend not to know it and go lay down on the couch. When no one is around, I push the door open and have a party in my food bag.
We live five minutes from the dog beach at Ocean Beach. There are lots of other dogs and some of them are nice, but I haven’t made any real good friends. We chase each other, and they like to play with this round thing. Their people throw it and they chase after it, then bring it back to their people.
Mom wants me to play this game, but she hasn’t explained the rules yet. I run after the round thing and pick it up, but it’s round and slips out of my mouth. I throw it up in the air and try to catch it like the other dogs, but it always falls too far away for me to catch. Eventually, I give up and bring the thing back to Mom and she throws it again. Doesn’t she understand that I don’t like this game? She keeps embarrassing me in front of the other dogs.
I’m getting along better with Dad. He gets out of bed now, walks faster and always has food for me. He eats a lot and takes more than he can eat, so I always get something from his plate.
Lately, Mom’s always at work, so I have to settle for Dad. He takes me out for short walks, but no fun stuff like Mom does. I have less play time and have to hang out with a boring old man.
That’s about it for today. I’ll write again as soon as I can. I want to have something interesting to say when I do. Thanks for listening to me and be sure to buy one of Dad’s books. We need the kibbles.
People are funny. I watched Mom unpack. She took armfuls of towels out of the boxes. What did she need with so many towels? You can only dry yourself with one at a time. She unpacked a funny looking wooden box and put it on top of the china cabinet. The strange box had a glass door and under the door was a metal circle with little arms on it. Every so often it made strange ringing sounds. What in the world did she need that for?
Eventually, we got moved in and it began to feel like home. I found my food bowl and best yet, I discovered that my food bag is in the closet. Every now and then, Mom doesn’t lock the closet door. When I notice this, I pretend not to know it and go lay down on the couch. When no one is around, I push the door open and have a party in my food bag.
We live five minutes from the dog beach at Ocean Beach. There are lots of other dogs and some of them are nice, but I haven’t made any real good friends. We chase each other, and they like to play with this round thing. Their people throw it and they chase after it, then bring it back to their people.
Mom wants me to play this game, but she hasn’t explained the rules yet. I run after the round thing and pick it up, but it’s round and slips out of my mouth. I throw it up in the air and try to catch it like the other dogs, but it always falls too far away for me to catch. Eventually, I give up and bring the thing back to Mom and she throws it again. Doesn’t she understand that I don’t like this game? She keeps embarrassing me in front of the other dogs.
I’m getting along better with Dad. He gets out of bed now, walks faster and always has food for me. He eats a lot and takes more than he can eat, so I always get something from his plate.
Lately, Mom’s always at work, so I have to settle for Dad. He takes me out for short walks, but no fun stuff like Mom does. I have less play time and have to hang out with a boring old man.
That’s about it for today. I’ll write again as soon as I can. I want to have something interesting to say when I do. Thanks for listening to me and be sure to buy one of Dad’s books. We need the kibbles.
Dad says a pretty girl in a bikini always sells
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