My Great Dane was self appointed to walk with me down the fairly long (dirt) driveway to the mailbox to get the mail. For some reason, known only to him, he had to carry something, anything, in his mouth when he accompanied me.
When he realized I was heading to the mailbox he would quickly search for something to carry. Sticks were preferred but he carried rocks a few times and once, a ridiculously large branch that had come down in a storm the night before.
I never understood why he did that. He wasn’t at all interested in fetching anything thrown to him. It was only during the mailbox walk that he wanted to carry something.
I do miss him, all these years later.
@clanter your pup looks wonderful. Congratulations to your family.
