[TheOldLady]

[and I just made the horrible mistake of sticking my hand near Odin's mouth as he was eating his bloody breakfast steak and drew back a stump hand full of smoochy 'Thank you for the meat, Mom" slobber.

Awww. He's a beautiful boy.

[Salamander]

He’s a hundred pound lovey-dovey lap dog.
[I think he hasn’t comprehended the size change from puppy to adult]

I only weigh 103 and one day, hubby will find me squashed flat on the sofa, “loved to death”.

Every morning I wake up with numb, paralyzed legs because he sleeps with his giant head across my hips and his ‘arm’ wrapped tightly around my waist.

[you never know...I might actually slip out of bed without his knowledge and be separated from him briefly, God forbid]

On the upside, the odds of somebody kidnapping me in my sleep are pretty slim.

:::rolls eyes:::

Dobermanns are called “velcro dogs”.

He’s gone way beyond velcro to super glue.