I am MIGHTY. My personality is HUGH. There are other dogs bigger than I am ... actually ... almost every single dog in the New York is bigger than I am. Like this guy to your right. Don't be swayed by his "sweet" look in this photo ... he could kill me.
Still ... I don't care how BIG he is.
"Huh!" you say. "What are you talking about? You're teeny tiny, 4lbs soaking wet" (now that's a sight you may not want to see). OK, I know all those things, after all it's my body ... I can twist around and do things to myself that no Great Dane can do, but that doesn't mean in my mind's eye and in my heart of hearts, I don't think of myself as BIG and MIGHTY.
What's the big deal ... what can a Great Dane do? Take fewer steps walking down the street than I have to, stand taller and see things almost like a human rather than see lots of feet and wheels and things from my level, (although the interesting smells are closer to my nose than his), all the while getting some degree of respect solely because he's BIG.
Well, I'm BIG, too.
When I'm out and about, and a Great Dane's walking down the street towards me, instantly he hears from me. I bark in his face, I tell him, "don't even think about looking at me with that look ... I know you can eat me with one bite, but I'm going to play mind games with you and make you think that approaching me or my human ... might be a really bad idea".
And ... every single time ... they simply look away and continue lumbering down the street. I am MIGHTY. Every dog in my neighborhood knows not to mess with Mystical. I think they've spread the word, bark by bark, uptown and down, Eastside and West.
I'm alfa dog ... hear me roar!!!!
I'll wait for you by the door, while I dream about conquering all of dogdom.
