October 3 months old!

Great Dane life has been pretty frickin interesting to say the least. First off, I always knew they grew fast but who would have thought something could grow THIS fast and not explode! Frank is 100% raw-fed right now and has been since birth so he really doesnt eat as much as one would think, yet he gains about 3/4 of a pound per day.

We have also realized that Frank is "fiesty". I dont mean that he is aggressive or peppy, I mean feisty and will need to be constantly reminded that he is NOT the boss. First way we do this with him; hand feeding. He needs to learn that the food comes from me, so growling at me is only going to make it take longer to eat. Frank is also in training, and the breeder is on board with us giving great suggestions all the way!

Next month we are leaving for Jamaica to get married and Frank is staying with the breeder and her 5 danes. This could go either way, Frank could come back nasty and mean, or this could turn out to be a sort of BRAT CAMP and the adult danes will whip him into shape!

who knows!

How It All Began

August 2006

This is our little Great Dane named Frankenstein, otherwise known as Stinkers, Frankenshit, Frankenpoop, Frankers or just plain old Frank. My then boyfriend (now husband) and I had just purchased some land in the mountains and had decided that we might be ready for a dog. After researching breeds, we felt that the Great Dane breed really fit our lifestyle the best, and as an extra bonus, they looked really dumb and fun to have around. We began to research the entire aspect of the breed, different problems, feeding programs etc as well as reputable breeders in the area.

We weren't having much luck with breeders, there were alot in our area, and most came highly recommended, but they either had already had a litter that year, werent planning one at all, or the puppies were all spoken for. Dave and I decided that we would wait until next year. Later that day, I received an email from a woman affiliated with the Great Dane Club of New England that I had been emailing off and on throughout the search. Her email stated that she knew of a very reputable breeder who had puppies on the ground and gave me the contact information. We then proceeded to contact her, found out that she lived right near our new land, and set a date to come look at the puppies. Well just look at that face! Could you refuse?