I had a surprise visit from Lisa, the Hospice nurse that took care of my dad two years ago, and her Great Dane that she named after my dad, Albert.
What a blessing it was.
What a handsom boy with a gloriously shiny coat! He reminds me of a 10 month old dane I looked after at a kenell once, who looked exactly like Albert. He would stand at the fence of the exercise yard and make these really deep tough-boy woofs, and then go and sit at the door and make tiny pathetic whimpering noises because he wanted to go back in. Too funny!
