I WANT ONE!! I know some about Danes. When I was a baby my mom had a Dane, Shendo. I have pics of me toddling around with him. Before I was born my mom drove around town in a butter colored convertable with Shendo (fawn colored) in the back seat. Mom had red hair and green eyes. It was quite a sight those two.
When I was grown and had my own family, mom was a freelance writer and also worked at the local newpapers. She wrote up the Humane Society dogs every week and published them in the paper, she had such a poetic way of describing the dogs that most found good homes. One day the Humane Society called her, they must have known her love for Danes, and told her that a pure bred fawn Dane, under a year old, came in. She marched right down there and brought that big boy home. His name was 'Butterfly'. She promptly changed his name to, Shane. Since a pup he had been cooped up in a chicken coop for months and had issues with boys. But he loved my daughter, she was under 5 years then. She could do anything in her child way and he would mind at all. If my daughter was sitting on the couch, Shane would back up and sit on the couch with her.
When the day came, that we had to put him to sleep, I've never heard her bawl out loud like that before.
