Great Dane
Picture of Duncan, a male Great Dane

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Home:Brick, NJ  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 15 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 100+ lbs

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D-Man, D.C., Duncan Dognuts, Dunky, Boy-D, MR Big, Mr. Patister

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

Quick Bio:

Hitting every shrub in the yard with one pee

Getting a bath

Favorite Toy:
Joe Camel-which I picked out myself at the store

Favorite Food:
Roast Beef--the pill giving bribe of choice

Favorite Walk:
Side by side with my sister in MY yard

Arrival Story:
My Mom & Dad rescued me. My Dad thought he was coming to see the perfect show dog, but he discovered I had problems with my eyes and skin and needed help bad and, despite this or maybe because of it, they knew they just had to take me home. They rescued me, but I rescued them right back.

I've Been On Dogster Since:
April 6th 2004 More than 12 years!

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Duncan's Diary

June 2004

March 10th 2005 3:54 pm
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Big doings here this month. They had something Mommy calls a fundraiser here. It was called Trains for Danes and it was held to raise money for all those Danes who didn't get lucky like me. I stayed inside, though, as Mommy said I would do better in Peace & Quiet because of my foot still.

There's another dog living here now. Madison is her name. When she first came, she didn't like us one bit. She barked and growled and I could tell by the look on Mommy and Daddy's faces, they were worried about how mean she was being to us all. Mommy said she was a "foster" dog....I wonder if that means trouble maker, cause she sure it that. I'm not sure I like her much at all. I hope fosters don't stay around long. Mommy still gives me lots of loving but she's giving it to her to. And she sits on MY couch, too, not in MY spot, but still I didn't agree to share with her...not my couch or my Mommy and Daddy.

The days are sunny and warm and I get to spend as much or as little time as I want outside....can you imagine that? I can come inside the house any time I want. And outside there's this stuff called grass...I only knew concrete before. It feel really good when you roll in it. There's a pond here and I like to go in it. Mommy always says, "Duncan, No!" So I get out until she turns her head and then I get back in.

And we all got in the van and went out and got what Daddy called Ice Cream. It was in a little cup and it was white and cold and, oh, it tasted so good to me. Lot's of people stopped to watch us eating and pointed and smiled and laughed, Maybe they never saw ice cream before or something. Well, now I can explain it to them.


May 2004

February 22nd 2005 5:36 am
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I'm recovering from surgery on my foot. I didn't like that one little bit. They had to do surgery and then the infection in my foot got worse and they had to cut me again. I was sleeping during it, but it sure hurt afterwards. The doctor (who says I'm her favorite patient) says I will probably always have trouble with these infections since I lived in such terrible conditions and my feet were always in wet dirty places with my old family. They weren't my family, though, they just happened to own me. I understand now what a family is and what it is to be loved.

Mommy took such good care of me, she gave me medicine and soaked my foot and leashed walked me. She could be a nurse, I think. I know she's a great Mommy. And Daddy just loves, loves, loves me! He's so proud of me.

I didn't get to do much this month because of my sore foot and all, but Mommy did take me to a Meet & Greet she called it. It's where Mid-Atlantic Great Dane Rescue League sets up a table and tells people about other abused, abandoned or neglected Danes that came into rescue. At first I was a little scared as I thought maybe I was too much trouble for Mom and Dad and they wanted to get rid of me. But Mom said I was her Dane Ambassador and that made me very proud. I got lots of pets and hugs, but the best part was that at the end of the day I got to go to my own home again. But all those Danes who have no homes....I feel so sorry for them. I think they should all come and live with us.


April 2004

February 22nd 2005 5:22 am
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Well, I don't think I needed to worry about coming here. They are treating me just fine! In fact I think they think I'm wonderful. They're referring to themselves as Mom and Dad. No one ever wanted to be my Mom and Dad before...no one even wanted me.

They found out I had a broken foot that was never fixed in my old home and, because of it I have an infection in my toe. The antibiotics aren't working and they said I may have to have surgery. I'm not scared, though. Well, really I'm a little scared, but I'm thinking it can't be worse than where I used to be when they beat me. But I know Mom and Dad will be with me. And the surgeon really loves me. She calls me Duncan, King of Denmark. Everything will be fine.

And guess what! I had something called a Birthday Party. Mom bought me a cake from Three Dog Bakery and it had my name on it and everything. She sang Happy Birthday to me and they gave me toys and treats. Boy it was fun. I turned four...that must be something really good to have this kind of celebration. I got to have my cake and eat it, too.

I still get a little worried about going for rides in the car...I hope they don't take me some place and leave me there.

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