I Got a Horse.

I got a horse. We love her so much we let her live inside because we want to be good horse parents. Actually, we even let her get on the couch and snuggle with us. Sometimes when she gets on me and snuggles me I worry that I have internal bleeding. Luckily if I just drink enough wine/beer/tequila I forget that I could be bleeding to death inside from horse snuggles. The only problem with this horse though is that she won't let me ride her. When I get on her and start screaming "YEEEEEHHHAAAWWW!" at the top of my lungs she just stands there, or sits down and sighs. So I thought, maybe "YEEEEEEHHHAAWWWW" is not the right way to get this particular horse moving. I tried out "GET ALONG LITTLE DOGGIES!" and at one point I even burst out into a particularly moving and beautiful version of  "Home on the Range." All to no avail. Finally I realized what the problem was.

I actually got a Great Dane.....not a horse. 

(Also, let's be real here, I didn't ACTUALLY try and ride her. I just pretended. However, I did sing and utter many exclamations of the cowboy nature.)

So in all seriousness folks, this is Cleo.

She's a pure bred Great Dane. She's a rescue dog who can't hear a thing and can't see so well out of one of her beautiful blue eyes. From what I understand deaf Danes come from the breeding of certain same color Danes together. These are the highly sought after colors, the ones people will pay a pretty penny for. White Danes are often culled at birth because to a breeder they are worthless. I still have a lot to learn about why she's deaf, but my general understanding is that breeders are greedy and they don't care if they come out with a deaf puppy. All I know is Cleo is special. She loves everyone and everything. All she wants is a spot to snuggle on the couch and a bone to chew on. I've never met a dog with a personality like hers, and I will be forever grateful that she clumsily stumbled her awkward, giant body into our lives. 

Does my head look big?