The story of two Floridians and their foster Great Danes
I always knew every dog is different. But after living with 4 different dogs over the last 10 months, I’ve really gotten to see how quirky each individual dog is. So, today I bring you: Anastasia’s quirks! (This is a picture-heavy post. Sorry to everyone who has a slow internet connection! I tried making the images as small as possible.)
Granted, she is small (almost 80 pounds), but look at that last photo. Roxie is 20 pounds. Ana is ~80 pounds and a tall, lanky girl.
Now look at the photos below. This was during a thunderstorm. She squeezed her way under my desk and curled up at my feet. The photos kind of make it difficult to see, but you get the point. This girl can squeeze into the tiniest of places.
She has storm anxiety. Her anxiety is no where near as bad as Rocco’s was, but it does make living with her a challenge. She is currently on daily anxiety medication and takes another pill only when we need to leave the house during a storm. She pants, she paces, she pulls paper off of surfaces and rips them apart. The worst thing she does is nose around at anything and everything. She pushes things off of shelves with her nose, she rubs her nose aggressively on any fabric she can find, and she knocks things over on purpose. She rubs the top of her nose raw. It hasn’t gotten so bad that she bleeds, but the hair never grows back because she doesn’t give it a chance to.
Thankfully for her, I’m home most of the time during the days, except for maybe an hour or two when I have appointments or errands to run. I try to plan around the weather. She’s been left alone during a storm only a few times. Once, she tore up her bedding. She also tries to get out of her crate (we had to get extra clips to clip the corners of the crate door). I’ve given her the extra anxiety pill once when I had to leave and she did alright; she only tore up a little bit of the corner of her bed. We have once asked my mom to babysit.
One minute, she sits like a princess. The next…
We were at a Petco event last weekend for 3 hours (the same event where Jayme told us about Max). Roxie and Ana were pooped. We opened the trunk of the car to throw our stuff inside, when Ana hopped in before the door was even completely open! And we had the hardest time getting her out of there. It was freaking adorable. No, she wasn’t afraid of jumping out of the car. She is fearless. She just did not want to get out. We had to drag her out.
She is such a slow eater! She takes her sweet time. She removes a very small mouthful of food from her bowl, drops it on the ground, and chews it up very carefully. We haven’t found a food that she likes. She’s receptive to peanut butter (not that enthusiastic about it), but doesn’t care for anything else we offer her. Not sure if we just haven’t found the right food or if she just isn’t crazy about eating.
However, she does love ice. It’s the weirdest thing. And unfortunate for me, because to me, the sound of ice is equivalent to the sound of nails on a chalkboard.
Christian accidentally found out she knows how to hug (to be honest, I don’t remember how). Ever since then, one of his favorite tricks to do with her is to ask for a hug. He pats his chest and says, “Ana, hugs!” and she gently stands up and leans forward on him. She’s such a good girl, because she only does this when she is asked to. She never, ever jumps on people.
This girl is so goofy and loving. She gets along with literally everyone she meets, regardless of species, size, gender, age, color. Besides her storm anxiety, she is the perfect mini-Dane!