Kitty was a great dane. She was a great big baby. A very well behaved baby.
Kitty came into our life right after our Mom's open heart surgery. She became one of us right away. She was very well behaved. She loved to play with the Grandkids. She protected them always.
She loved to play with the Grandkids. She would lay in the bedroom with the girls and play. She played to, finding her very own doll or toy to play with. She'd chew it up and destroy it. She had a blast until she got caught and got in trouble. She loved to rough play with Stanley and Cres and any adult that would play like that with her. You had to be careful because if you weren't you would end up with lots of bruises.
She loved going places. Mom and Dad learned real fast that if they couldn't take her they had to chain her up in the garage. If they didn't she would chew things and destroy them. She had her own chair to sit in in the garage while she was chained up, so she didn't have it rough.
The furniture in the house was hers. If you were where she wanted to be she would jump right up and squeeze in. Even if that meant sitting her butt on your shoulder.
Our time with her was way to short. We have tons of memories that we will cherish.