Buddy the Flying Dog

A cross between a Great Dane and a German shepherd of course. Dumped on us a few months ago; Buddy is the size of a small horse. He has big ears and exotically interesting markings of black and white. Year and a half old, he chews up everything in and out of his sight. He has chewed up a mattress of memory foam, and six of my shoes. Mates of each he has never felt compelled to taste; so I always lose. He has eaten the leather off some couches, and an antique chair. He often comes flying at me at ninety degrees – traveling in the air. Lands on my lap; his big butt hits the button and the chair reclines. Stuck in a laying position until my husband finally hears my whines. Buddy has eaten every poison mouse trap in the garage and hall. Loves chasing rabbits, squirrels, the cat and a yellow tennis ball. Easier if Sophie, our twelve-year-old cocker spaniel was gone. She is angry as a heck that this giant is on the loose, no swan. Dainty in no way, he is a giant puppy who wants to frolic and play. And Shark the cat, has been missing since Buddy showed up one day.