Irish wolfhounds are supposedly bigger than Great Danes… But it depends on what you mean AND who you ask.
My brother and his first wife bought one, many years ago, stupidly thinking they could make money breeding them, around the same time my sister and her husband bought a Scottish deerhound, with the same silly plan.
Of course, it became a case of who lost more money… a separate story, but a very common one.
…
In any case, they were told that the Irish wolfhound was the largest dog breed in the world… Not in weight, but height and length
The AKC still says that.
If you Google it nowadays, some sites say the average wolfhound is taller, but the tallest Great Dane is taller.
(The English Mastiff is the largest overall, because they can weigh upwards of 300 pounds.)
…
All I can say is that she was one TALL dog.
She weighed more than my tall, thin brother and waaay more than his wife.
She was friendly, happy and playful. Very playful.
Bounce all over the house playful.
Break the couch springs playful.
She ate enough food for a pony, and.. er… left the enormous results in the back yard.
…
Then she had three very playful puppies.
Very large playful puppies.
(And they already had two free range “playful” young human children.)
Only problem… well, honestly, not the only problem… was discovering that the puppies weren’t the result of her mating with the purebred stud, but with a neighborhood dog.
They loved her, but after the vet bills and the food bills, selling her to the owner of the male stud dog became their only reasonable option.
“Caption: In Rome, a maid, helped by one of her companions, was removing stains from a dress with petrol. At a certain moment, she wanted to turn on the water heater, and was suddenly hit by a flame. The petrol caught fire and the clothes of the two women also caught fire. With difficulty extracted from the flames, the unfortunate women died shortly afterwards.”
Illustration for La Domenica del Corriere, 11 October 1931.
Creator: Achille Beltrame, Italian (1871–1945)
Artwork: medium color lithograph
“In Rome, a maid, helped by one of her companions, was removing stains from a dress with petrol. At a certain moment, she wanted to turn on the water heater and was suddenly hit by a flame. The petrol caught fire and the clothes of the two women also caught fire. With difficulty extracted from the flames, the unfortunate women died shortly afterwards.”
Illustration for La Domenica del Corriere, 11 October 1931.
“Proserpina” From Michael ChEval’s “Sense of Absurdity” collection.
Proserpina is her Roman name. She was known as Persephone to the Greeks.
Her story is interesting:
In brief, broad strokes, Zeus, her father, approved of her uncle Hades wish to marry her and make her queen of the underworld and assisted in her abduction. Her mother, Demeter, became so distraught the Earth turned barren and eventually Zeus sent Hermes to the underworld to bring her back; but because Persephone had eaten pomegranate seeds she was bound to return to the underworld and Hades for a period of time each year. Demeter again mourned the loss of her daughter each time and thus we have winter and spring.
I don’t know how long ago this was, but they’ve had toilet targets for years, for use in training little boys.
Usually they’re stickers or decals, that stick for a while but are safe to flush… The ones I saw back in the day were of actual targets, with bull’s eyes, but some now are just cute little pictures.
Nowadays, they also make stand-up plastic urinals, for toddler boys, with built in targets.
And no, sorry … you guys are all too tall for those.
I didn’t get the correct answer. When I found out, I went looking. Here’s AN ARTICLE. I’m not going to give anything away (in case I get yelled at), but it’s an interesting read.
Another interesting find by you.
I learned more than one thing from it…. 🙂
To others:
The rather annoying part of the commercial begins at 4 minutes 12 seconds and lasts until 5 minutes and 10 seconds (its lead-in contains an educational bit).
It’s also the only one.
Irish Wolfhound
I didn’t think that they were quite that big. I’m guessing that its some kind of perspective thing. Unless it’s a long haired great dane. 😀
It’s said that the Irish wolfhound is the reason that there are no wolves in Ireland.
No chance for the sun-being-eaten part of Ragnarök there then.
With rain being referred to as Irish sunshine, let me rephrase that…
They’re that big.
Irish wolfhounds are supposedly bigger than Great Danes… But it depends on what you mean AND who you ask.
My brother and his first wife bought one, many years ago, stupidly thinking they could make money breeding them, around the same time my sister and her husband bought a Scottish deerhound, with the same silly plan.
Of course, it became a case of who lost more money… a separate story, but a very common one.
…
In any case, they were told that the Irish wolfhound was the largest dog breed in the world… Not in weight, but height and length
The AKC still says that.
If you Google it nowadays, some sites say the average wolfhound is taller, but the tallest Great Dane is taller.
(The English Mastiff is the largest overall, because they can weigh upwards of 300 pounds.)
…
All I can say is that she was one TALL dog.
She weighed more than my tall, thin brother and waaay more than his wife.
She was friendly, happy and playful. Very playful.
Bounce all over the house playful.
Break the couch springs playful.
She ate enough food for a pony, and.. er… left the enormous results in the back yard.
…
Then she had three very playful puppies.
Very large playful puppies.
(And they already had two free range “playful” young human children.)
Only problem… well, honestly, not the only problem… was discovering that the puppies weren’t the result of her mating with the purebred stud, but with a neighborhood dog.
They loved her, but after the vet bills and the food bills, selling her to the owner of the male stud dog became their only reasonable option.
“I’m a lap dog. Just like Fifi, the toy poodle next door. She’s my pal.”
.
,
Not unknown, but not yet famous.
Right around the time he signed with Col. Parker, and before his early Sun recordings.
.,
Partners in grime.
,.,
I’m waiting to hear the story with this one. 🙁
Translated by google:
“Caption: In Rome, a maid, helped by one of her companions, was removing stains from a dress with petrol. At a certain moment, she wanted to turn on the water heater, and was suddenly hit by a flame. The petrol caught fire and the clothes of the two women also caught fire. With difficulty extracted from the flames, the unfortunate women died shortly afterwards.”
Illustration for La Domenica del Corriere, 11 October 1931.
Creator: Achille Beltrame, Italian (1871–1945)
Artwork: medium color lithograph
Source: https://www.lookandlearn.com/history-images/M510570/A-Roma-una-domestica-aiutata-da-una-sua-compagna-stava-smacchiando-un-abito-con-la-benzina
Thanks.
The caption via “Google Translate”.
“In Rome, a maid, helped by one of her companions, was removing stains from a dress with petrol. At a certain moment, she wanted to turn on the water heater and was suddenly hit by a flame. The petrol caught fire and the clothes of the two women also caught fire. With difficulty extracted from the flames, the unfortunate women died shortly afterwards.”
Illustration for La Domenica del Corriere, 11 October 1931.
That’s in my spoiler.
I somehow missed that.
My 23 ounce (U.S.) (28.75 ounce Canadian) mug of coffee hadn’t been touched yet.
Petrol. Yeah, i kinda figured.
Cats are liquid.
Nope; they’re a gas – they occupy all space there is.
Michael Chival
“Proserpina” From Michael ChEval’s “Sense of Absurdity” collection.
Proserpina is her Roman name. She was known as Persephone to the Greeks.
Her story is interesting:
In brief, broad strokes, Zeus, her father, approved of her uncle Hades wish to marry her and make her queen of the underworld and assisted in her abduction. Her mother, Demeter, became so distraught the Earth turned barren and eventually Zeus sent Hermes to the underworld to bring her back; but because Persephone had eaten pomegranate seeds she was bound to return to the underworld and Hades for a period of time each year. Demeter again mourned the loss of her daughter each time and thus we have winter and spring.
…
Ive seen urinal flies someplace.
I don’t know how long ago this was, but they’ve had toilet targets for years, for use in training little boys.
Usually they’re stickers or decals, that stick for a while but are safe to flush… The ones I saw back in the day were of actual targets, with bull’s eyes, but some now are just cute little pictures.
Nowadays, they also make stand-up plastic urinals, for toddler boys, with built in targets.
And no, sorry … you guys are all too tall for those.
Here’s another interesting one.
I have often seen a sign in businesses with public washrooms in many towns and cities that read:
“We aim to please, you aim too, please.”
When my wife and I ran her day home, we used Cheerios as the target when we were “training the boys”…
I didn’t get the correct answer. When I found out, I went looking. Here’s AN ARTICLE. I’m not going to give anything away (in case I get yelled at), but it’s an interesting read.
wow
OMG… I saw the adult face immediately, even in the childhood picture.
I didn’t expect that he’d have looked the same as a child, but clicking the spoiler, I saw that I was right!
In case by any chance you don’t recognize the adult either…
Hint-ish kind of a thing…. before you peek…
I think maybe it was the eyebrows that gave it away.
I was so close. Looking at the adult I thought,
I thought the same from the child picture.
I’m going with Elon Musk.
Nope.
…,
Normally the local greasy spoon is the best place to get a good meal.
Better than most chain places.
Most not all.
Me Pa taught me to look for the one with the most trucks parked outside.
Another interesting find by you.
I learned more than one thing from it…. 🙂
To others:
The rather annoying part of the commercial begins at 4 minutes 12 seconds and lasts until 5 minutes and 10 seconds (its lead-in contains an educational bit).
It’s also the only one.
Do I have to say anything about today’s strip?
I do?
Well, okay.
..
…
…
Sorry. I can’t.
Gee.
That “bugs” me, Susan…
(!!! snerk !!!)
Then I’ll say something:
http://cultivatecourage.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/08/judging_scores.jpg
Maybe they want to participate in the Olympic Games in Paris (France) this Summer?
I hope against hope that this is NOT the Clifford’s idea of a night out on the town.
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Lemme guess: The kitten’s name is Patrick.