Nicknames: Mini, AT-AT, The Grand Muzzle of Brindlestan, little girl, mommas girl
Gotcha Date: August 10th 2006
Birthday: September 5th 2005
Likes: To sit on peoples lap, cuddles and clicker training
Pet-Peeves: Everything that moves in or around our backyard. Not being allowed to peek over the fence at the neighbours.
Favorite Toy: 5 ft. millipede teddy
Favorite Food: Bread that she steals from the top of the counter.
Favorite Walk: Anywhere is fine with Vinnie. Since she hasn´t been walked much before, it seems like everything she sees is new to her - cars, cats, people, horses, other dogs etc. And she wants to say hello to all of them.
Best Tricks: Vinnies best trick is shaking her head on cue, spilling saliva on everything and everybody in sight. We are aiming for a leading part in a detergent commercial ;)
Arrival Story: After Chilis death I just felt so horribly empty. I needed another dog in the house, and Vinnie needed a new home.
It turned out to be yet another lovestory - I wouldn't ever want to be without my little girl. We have learned to live with her particular brand of strangeness - much of it caused by the trauma she suffered at the hands of an abusive first owner.
Bio: Vinnie is clicker-trained and has learned much, since she came here, completely untrained, at the age of 11 months. Gradually she is forgetting most of it again though, and now, at the age of 6, prefers her own private couch, her stuffed toys and the role as educator for the puppy in the family.
My person has started taking me to something she calls "obedience training". It's all about having fun and playing with a lot of other dogs - I think I can learn that real quick!
Sometimes the people will interrupt our games, put us on leash and make us do stuff like sit, stay, heel etc. before they let us play again.
It´s pretty annoying, and the first time it happened, I flatly refused to cooperate. I pulled so hard on the leash, my person got blisters on her paws. Next time she wore gloves...
At some point I noticed that my person was waving a treat in front of my nose. Apparently she had been doing that for a fairly long time, but I hadn't noticed. I discovered that she had a whole bag of good stuff - cheese, chicken and my favourite, white bread! That´s when I decided I might as well give my person ten minutes of my time, since apparently it mattered so much to her.
After that, it was back to obedience training with the other dogs.
At obedience school they have something called fences. The fences are there solely for my pleasure, I think, because I like to jump.
I can visit the little puppies in the next pen, or if I see a dog coming on the path outside the pen, I can go say hello to him as well. Fences are fun!
There´s also a gate, for those who don´t jump as well as I do. My person uses it a lot...
My person and I have visited a lot of pups here on Dogster, and of course we have paid special attention to Great Danes.
And now I can see what a lucky Dane I am, because here in Denmark, ear cropping is illegal.
That´s why I can still wear my ears floppy, the way nature and generations of breeders intended them.
Not that I think much about it, because we dogs are fully aware of our natural beauty, and have no fashionable complexes about the way we look.
People do though, but my person and I think it´s wrong of them to apply their beauty ideals to their pets - especially when it causes so much pain.
Would you take a pair of scissors to your own earlope?
Please also remember that we dogs use our ears to communicate.
How would you feel if you couldn´t speak and had to use sign language, and then someone came and cut off your fingertips because they thought it looked nicer?
If you are considering cropping your dogs ears, please take a moment to reflect on why you have a desire to make your best friend suffer for your own vanity!
My person says I´m not the sharpest tool in the shed, and you know what? That´s a good thing!
She likes me because I can lie for hours at - or on - her feet, just waiting for her to give me attention. I´m simply not clever enough to be bored...
Now the other dog in our house, that´s different.
Bo is bored most of the time. He requires either mental stimulation or car rides. Although most of the time he will settle for a belly rub.
I haven´t been living with my family for very long, but it´s already like I was here forever. They´re nice to me, take me for walks and everything.
The first week was strange though. I didn´t really know what to do with myself, so I just drank a lot of water and peed a lot...
Today is my Birthday, they say. I´m one year old.
I´m really growing up, because it´s also "that time of the year", and Bo is starting to seem more and more attractive to me. I think he likes me too.
Unfortunately, the people won´t let us spend too much time together. Isn´t that strange?
I think I´ve lost concentration for today. I need a drink of water...