We had these things called "Dane Dates" where we would all gather with the Great Danes on a sunny afternoon and help one another out with bathing, cleaning out ears and trimming toe nails....this was most helpful when there was an influx of fosters.
I being the "ultimate toe nail clipper" was perched on the chase lounge, clippers in hand having a grand ole time as the kids finished with their bath and towel drying. Each one would come over, lay on the chase half in my lap getting a nice trim. Well...it seemed orderly enough until I realized the cushion on the chase hadn't been attached. Heh. Trinity...the sweetest tri-pod "teacup" Dane you have ever seen...was up next. She'd had her bath, she'd been toweled dry, her ears were clean and she had taken her place in my lap for her pedicure. Then Boris joined the party - he was half in my lap, half on the edge of the cushion...
Picture this: Iron chase lounge in the middle of the back yard, with soft cream cushion. Sweet unsuspecting pet sitter kinda in the middle sitting indian style. Even sweeter unsuspecting teacup Dane sitting between said pet sitter and the back of the chase. Boris, the 187 pound male Dane, sitting with his butt half on my lap and half on the edge of the chase - both front feet on the ground. Hmmmm....odd we seem to be sliding. WAIT..whats going on...why are we moving...BUMMER!
Next thing you know, Im on my back on the ground, poor Trinity is on top of me and well big ole Boris is on top of us all twisted around not able to stand up.
Now there are half a dozen people all standing around... Oddly enough they were all laughing too hard to help un-pile us, but all of them seem to have pictures of the event on their phones and cameras. Even more odd, those pictures are STILL surfacing!
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