…is his formal name.  We like to call him Cohen.

While reading one of my favorite guilty pleasure blogs, Cute Overload, I came across a post that lead me to a PeoplePets.com article about the world’s tallest dog, Titan.  Titan is a Great Dane that towers over other pups at a stagering 42.25 inches, and he weighs 190 lbs.  THAT’S CRAZY!

World's Talles Dog

Titan’s owner rescued him from a breeder right here in Tennessee in 2005.  By the way, did I mention that Titan is deaf?  Well he is.  One of the many things that is even more miraculous than him being the world’s tallest dog, a white Great Dane (white danes are almost always deaf), Titan knows sign language.  And up until two years ago Titan endured epileptic seizures.  Poor baby.  I hate to hear that about any animal.  You can read more about this Too Tall Titan on his website, Titan & Friends.

Reading about this awesome dog named Titan, who beat the odds, reminds me of another dog named Titan that I know.  The Titan I know is owned by my friend Shannon.  We occasionally would watch Titan for Shannon when she would have to go out of town.  This Titan beat the odds too.  This poor baby had Lupus which made everything he did painful.  They even gave him less than a year to live.  Well guess what….that was almost 3 years ago.  Way to go buddy!

Titan and Cohen look exactly alike from behind.  It’s hard to tell them apart if they are not facing you.  Due to Titan spending a few weeks with us, he and Cohen became best friends.  Seriously, these two are a hoot when they are together.  Cohen still gets excited to this day when he hears Titan’s name.

Here is another “mishap” shot from my little puppy photo shot the other night.  I was laughing so hard at this poor guy that the camera was shaking uncontrollably from the muscle spasms in my stomach.  I couldn’t get the kid to sit for the life of me.  If I tried to push his butt down he would stiffen his legs in preparation of a butt scratching.  You see, if it even looks like your hand is heading for his hips Cohen assumes that you are moving in to scratch his butt, and locks his legs so that he may brace himself for the sensational scratch-fest about to ensue….or so he thinks.

It’s almost as if he’s saying, DO I LOOK FANCY ENOUGH IN THIS?  Yes Cohen, you look very ~fancy~ .

Cohen doesn’t like to get dirty.  I think he may be the only dog over 50 lbs that would rather use a puppy pad to do his business indoors than risk going outdoors and stepping in a puddle.  I’ve begged Derek to let me buy dog booties for him, but he just drops his head, shakes it an walks away.  I’m all I totally think he would love them.  It’s the ground he finds icky.  Oh and maybe a puppy rain slicker.  I wish they had wellies for dogs.  How cute would that be?

This morning Memphis was being desecrated by a torrential downpour, and when Derek let the dogs out to do their business Cohen walked out onto the stoop saw the puddle of rainwater below turned around and walked right back in the door.  NO JOKE.  On partially rainy days, he will at least trot over to the nearest tree and hike a leg.  (We only get #1 out of him on these days…he would rather hold it than risk getting too wet icky.)

After demanding he go back outside, more than a few times, Derek finally had to walk with Cohen to the backyard where Cohen proceeded to go to the bathroom.  BUT…Cohen only walked on the path, hopping over puddles, and finally taking refuge on our newly constructed outdoor fire pit area.  Yes, my dog (or should I say princess) Cohen, in effort to keep his paws dry decided not to pee in the yard like other male dogs.  No, our little princess Cohen stood on the patio and peed on a pile of firewood.  Thanks for that buddy.

So the next time we light a fire we should be hit with the musk of Cohen’s urine like a MAC truck filled with dried cement…and just a splash of pee.

This week’s I ♥ Faces theme is contemplative.  My entry is of my husband, Derek, on our honeymoon contemplating the afternoon’s activities.  We had just finished a delicious meal at a outdoor grill in St. Marin in the French West Indies, and he just seemed to daze off with a full belly and a wandering mind…of what to do with the rest of our afternoon.  We went shopping!

For the non-judged pet category I give you a picture of my dog Cohen.  I took this picture of him while we were in the Ozarks camping a few years back.  Unfortunately, Cohen gets car sick and requires sedatives to travel.  We know that he loves walking trails and climbing rocks, but he just gets un-nerved on the ride there; so we give him a mild sedative for the 3 hour drive.

The sedative usually has not worn off by the time we arrive at the camp ground so he wanders around the campsite a little dreamy-eyed.  Occasionally, you will find him paused and staring at random objects….like he is contemplating what he should do about this pebble that is 5 feet in front of him.  Should he back track and find another path around this tiny pebble or try to fake it out once he approaches it with his fancy foot work?

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My weekend was pretty uneventful until about 9pm on Saturday night when Our dog Wrigley went bonkers on our other dog, Cohen. I’m not certain what got into her. I’m guessing those 6 glazed donuts I gave her for dinner weren’t the best idea. I have never seen one dog SLAP another, but Wrigley always manages to stand out from the others. Cohen finally defended himself, but not before she got a few good whacks in.  This is just how Wrigley plays. She just goes ALL IN when she plays. I’m beginning to think she was raised by lions.

~ Derek and I are animal lovers. Please don’t think that we would ever allow our animals to partake in anything that would endanger them, or any other animals/humans for that matter  ~

Here are some pictures from our snowy weekend.