I'm awake, hello anyone there. A human turns up and encourages me out the back (here we go again). Food arrives, boy am I hungry and I eat my fill. Then I'm outside again!!!! This time I make an effort and give them something to clear up. Well I need more space for the food. Still haven't seen my pals anywhere but the humans seem keen to play. Been given a few toys and bones to chew on but the rug looks a much better choice and the coals from the fire have a taste all of their own. The humans keep saying no, not quite sure what that means yet. Oh off outside again, great I wanted to check out that plant thing which is huge fun to pull on. No George!!!! There's that word again. I have tried chewing on the humans but they keep yelping, perhaps they are part dog.

The humans keep pointing to a thing on the floor and calling it cushion, I think it's really cosy, though a little large at the moment. How big do they think I'm going to get? Well might as well take advantage of it and have a snooze. I have a feeling most of my life is going to revolve around eating, peeing, pooing, playing and sleeping - sounds good to me.

Well I thought the female human, let's call her mum, wanted a hand with making the bed? I was only moving the quilt by taking it out the door! "No George" quickly followed. Guess she prefers to make it herself.

Before we go much further, you must be wondering how I'm able to articulate my life story, such as it is at 10.1/2 weeks old. The key is in the name GREAT Dane and boy am I going to be GREAT.
Georgous George.