Team Erickson

Here we go!

Hallelujah!! August 10, 2010

Filed under: Pregnancy,The dog — teamerickson @ 4:37 pm

Well my test results are in and I do not have gestational diabetes and my hemoglobin levels are normal!  Whoo!!!

How’s that for good news on a Tuesday?  🙂

And I will leave you with this picture of Norm.  I took this after my mom’s last visit.  She walked Norm every day, and he loved it.  I think he was a little depressed that Grandma was gone.

Why did Grandma leave me?

I keep telling him she’ll be back at the end of October.  🙂


The Perfect Dog (for us) February 4, 2010

Filed under: The dog — teamerickson @ 6:03 pm

I am so happy we have a Great Dane.  Yes, he is enormous.  Yes, his tail has knocked over a glass of water or five.  Yes, he’s an in-your-face dog.  (Literally, cause, you know, he’s as tall as me.)  But he is just the best, most loving dog ever.  He is such a sweet boy.  We adopted him from the Rocky Mountain Great Dane Rescue in November, and we certainly picked the right one for us.  He’s practically perfect in every way for our family.  And I like to think we’re pretty good for him too. 

Our boy is four years old.  In Dane years, that’s middle-aged.  He came to us already house-trained and knowing his basic commands, which is pretty common with adopted Danes.  We knew we could NEVER handle a puppy because of our hectic lives and work schedules, so this was a great alternative for us.

We’re a small family of two.  No kids yet.  Just the two of us.  We can make it if we try…. 

Sorry.  Anyway, we like our calm, mostly quiet household.  Adding a dog to it, let alone a Great Dane, was a big decision for us.  Could it even work when we’re at the office for 40 hours a week, at least?  Well, I think the answer to that is found in our dog.

Norm.  What a descriptive name for this big boy.  He’s an old man dog.  He lounges around.  He’s totally fine to be alone, but really likes it when we are near.  He loves to be touched and if we stop, he’ll nudge till we start again.  He’s pretty slow and calm, unless the Hubs starts teasing him, then all bets are off cause he gets CRAZY!  And he also gets the zoomies when he sees the leash for our morning walks.  It’s so cute!

Norm came to us as a really skinny, very timid dog.  It’s fairly obvious to us that he was neglected and possibly abused for most of his life.  He wasn’t really into eating, and wasn’t even interested much in treats.  TREATS!  I know!  He also didn’t know what toys are.  I gave him a squeaky porcupine and he sniffed it and walked away.  I threw him a ball and he walked away.  I gave him a BONE and he walked away. 

But we kept trying.  Now he’s got a much better appetite and is gaining some weight.  And we found his favorite treats always have some sort of element of cheese in them.  He’s a lot like his mama that way. 

And as far as toys go, he’s fallen in love with his rope!  He likes to play tug-o-war and he also likes to just chew on it.  If we throw it around, he’ll pounce on it and grab it and shake the living daylights out of it!  He’s already destroyed one rope.  It made me so proud of my boy!

Danes are truly the Gentle Giant of the dog world.  And, like I said, practically perfect in every way.

If you would like to know more about Great Danes, please visit Rocky Mountain Great Dane Rescue or the Rocky Mountain Great Dane Rescue blog.


Safety First January 29, 2010

Filed under: The dog — teamerickson @ 8:56 pm

We have a Great Dane.  A GREAT BIG DANE.

This boy is 130 lbs. of pure love.  What a sweetheart. 

BUT.  Walking him is a serious chore.  In fact, the first time I took him out for a walk, I had to call my husband to meet us halfway because I was afraid the dog would rip my arm off and run down the street dragging what was once my primary writing hand behind him.  Insert Marmaduke cartoon image here.

So.  We bought a Gentle Leader harness and oh my word does that thing do a fantastic job of keeping him in line.  Highly recommend one of those, even if you don’t have a colossal-sized-mammoth-of-a-beast-that-you-call-a-dog to walk every morning/evening.


Yesterday it snowed here.  And this morning when I took my horse-of-a-dog out for his morning jaunt, there was still snow/ice on the sidewalks, making them treacherous for those of us who only have two legs to stand on.  So I decided that since it was still the wee hours of the morning (6 o’clock is wee in my book) and the streets were quiet, I could probably just walk down the middle of the street with said mammoth.

So we set out.

And boy was I mistaken.

I started out walking in the middle of the street, and you would have thought based on pup’s reaction that I was walking him down the fiery road to meet the devil himself.  Even with his Gentle Leader harness on, he pulled and fought and dragged till we both arrived at the sidewalk.

And then he proceeded to give me the look that I have previously only known as my dad’s “look.”  You know the one.  It’s the one that says, “Girl, you are in so much trouble right now that I can’t even find the words to express it.  And ohhh, you just wait till I do!”

Needless to say, we continued our journey on the sidewalk. 

So.  I’ve discovered something new about my loveable Great Dane. 

He is a first-rate safety patrol officer.

And he is not afriad to enforce it.