I gots a boo boo

The Diagnosis: Histiocytoma

I had to go to the vet today cause I have a bump on my toe that popped up right before Christmas. Momma thought it might be a cyst or a splinter of sorts - so I had to have Epsom salt cloths and tea bags on my foot. Nothing changed.
So, off to the vet to find out that I have a tumor. But don't worry cause my vet said they are very common, not cancerous, young dogs get them, and they go away on their own. So, I am waiting and not touching it. It doesn't really bother me, just bothers Momma. It's about the size of a pencil eraser and it hasn't changed in size at all. So, we are watching it and as long as it doesn't grow bigger, start to bleed, or ooze yuck it should be gone in 3 - 4 weeks. The other option is to have it surgically removed. But, that means stitches I may lick and get infected (where I don't bother it right now at all), plus anesthesia. And Giant doggies try to avoid anesthesia at all costs since we have such big hearts that need close monitoring. So we are waiting. I go back to the vet in February for my yearly checkup, it should be gone by then. Momma hates waiting, but she feels better knowing what it is now.

Have any of you ever had a Histiocytoma?

My momma worries like crazy abouts me - she had kitty-doggie-illness anxiety attacks whenever one of us is the slightest bit hurt or sick. Like last night I barfed cause I ate my treats too fast after running around and Momma got all worried abouts me. So, that's why Momma tells you all abouts our problems after we know the diagnosis. She know you all have hoomans that have kitty-doggie-illness anxiety too.

She says she just loves us too much. Really - is that possible? I mean could you luvs this face too much?

Post Christmas & Snow, Snow, Snow

I hopes everybody had a wonderful Christmas! I'm still resting up from the festivities but wanted to update you all on my Christmas Holiday and the Snow tortures we are currently experiencing.

First of all I gots a brand new food stand for Christmas! Daddy O made it for me cause my other one was a little too short and we couldn't find one any taller. This one matched better and catches some of my kibble crumbs. Oh and if you want to knows how tall it is, it is 22 1/2 inches.
Also, I gots a new bed that Momma made for me. It has 6 old pillows in it and they come out easy so the cover can be washed.

This wasn't my gift it was Momma's - It's suppose to be ME hugging VADER? I don't thinks so.

Santa also brought me some new toys and treats - I luvs opening the presents.

The bestest part about Christmas was I gots to go to Grammy & Grampy's and spend time wif Diesel and Bambi! Diesel helped me open my gift.

Bambi didn't need help wif his.

Now about all that snow. We are getting lots. The hoomans can't keep up wif the shoveling.

I don't know about this....... shouldn't snow stay outside.... maybe you should shovel the deck?

So I had to take matters into my own paws......

I gots a whole year to gets back on Santa's nice list.... BOL!

Merry Christmas Everyone!

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to you all!

Love: Tucker, Vader, Patch, and Ellie

Winter Walkies and Whining Momma

We went on a nice walkie on Sunday, how do like my coat? It's one of my birfday gifts from October.

Not too much traffic on this camp road this time of year.

Does this train go to the north pole? I can't wait for Santa!

What? It goes to Puddles' back yard? Never mind then..... BOL.

Something was here befores me....

I guess I'm a little late to figure out what it was. But, it was a fun walkie.

And Momma has been whining cause I guess I gaves her a black eye. See she was pulling on the blanket on the bed and decided to do super fast spinnys before I laid down. Well I guess I bumped her with my head (the big knowledge bump of mine) and she got hurt. Don't worry I am fine, I didn't even feel it. But Momma has been whining about her swollen eye that is now getting black. What do you guys think? It's not my fault right? After all your suppose to sign a waiver when you sign up to get a Great Dane.

This doesn't put me on Santa's naughty list, right? Right?

Tucker's How To Guide

How to Properly sit on your Kuranda Bed:

Santa Claus is coming to town

Santa Claus Is Coming To Town - written by J. Fred Coots and Haven Gillespie
You better watch out
You better not cry

Better not pout

I'm telling you why

Santa Claus is coming to town
He's making a list, And checking it twice;

Gonna find out Who's naughty

and nice.
Santa Claus is coming to town.

He sees you when you're sleeping

He knows when you're awake

He knows if you've been bad
or good
So be good for goodness sake!

O! You better watch out!

You better not cry.
Better not pout, I'm telling you why.
Santa Claus is coming to town.

Santa Claus is coming to town.

Happy Holidays from us all! (Pee S - I have no idea how that picture of me being bad got in here.... I don't do that anymores...)

Flat Football

It is true, Danes will sit on anything that isn't a hard surface.
This is my squeaky football....

Snow & Trains

I gots snow last Monday..... purdy snow. And fun Snow!


But, the rain came yesterday and took it all away - so now I gots to waits for snow again.

And - I gots to show you the train that goes around the tree this year. It is new and makes lotsa noise and I just wanna play wif it, but I'm not suppose to touch anything by the tree. So I has to bark at it instead.

Warning: Momma says my barking is loud in the video.

My Tree

Last weekend we went to get out tree at the tree place. They have lotsa wreaths.

Which are good for sniffing.
But, we were there for a tree so the hoomans picked on out, wif my approval of course.

Hello Mr Grinch....

Then the Tree came home for decorating. I inspected the lights to make sure they were put on properly.

Then I took a nap while the hoomans finished decorating. Don't you like my tree - whata you mean you can't see it.

Der is this better?

'Twas the Night Before Christmas, a poem

'Twas the Night Before Christmas (or A Visit from St. Nicholas) by Clement Clarke Moore (1823)
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'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,while visions of sugar plums danced in their heads.
And Mama in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap.

When out on the roof there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash,tore open the shutter, and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow gave the lustre of midday to objects below,when, what to my wondering eyes should appear,but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.More rapid than eagles, his courses they came,and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:
"Now Dasher! Now Dancer!Now, Prancer and Vixen!On, Comet! On, Cupid!On, Donner and Blitzen!To the top of the porch!To the top of the wall!Now dash away! Dash away!Dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky so up to the house-top the courses they flew,with the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head and was turning around, down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot. A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, and he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes--how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard on his chin was as white as the snow. The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, and the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath. He had a broad face and a little round belly,that shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,and I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.A wink of his eye and a twist of his head soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,and filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.And laying his finger aside of his nose,and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"