Dexter and I have been going to a new dog park for a few weeks now. He loves it. My mom recently came down with Charlie, who is a Great Dane, Mastiff mix. He weighs in at about 150 pounds right now, and he’s only nine months old. He’s freaking huge and only going to get bigger. He and Dex are fast friends though.
They were pooped when they got back to my place. It was pretty funny because at one point Charlie tried to come up on the couch with me and wrestle, but Dexter was having none of that. He wrestled Charlie to the ground and gave him a good ground and pound.
You might be big, Charlie, but with age comes great responsibility…[memo to GC: this isn’t Spider-Man stupid]…what I meant was with age comes greater experience.
David needed a sling. Dexter didn’t need anything.
The Legend of Dexter continues to grow.