my dog was 55kg, Greyhound-Great Dane cross. not massive compared to this dude.

Growing up, my uncle ended up with 2 freakishly large rottweilers. The first one he had was I believe up around 150lbs, the second one I believe was pushing 200, and it seemed like every ounce of it was bone and muscle. If a brick wall could be a dog, it would have been those two. In fact, when the second one was a puppy, his favorite thing to teeth on was my uncle’s brick fireplace, so that one at least might have actually been part brick.

They were very well-trained and even gentle dogs, but absolutely intimidating to look at. The only time I can ever say one of them “hurt” anyone was when my sister was little, one day she was wearing overalls, and was having trouble getting them buttoned after coming out of the bathroom. She went over to my mom to telp, and as little kids tend to she was fussing about it as my mom helped pull the overalls up.

This dog absolutely adored my sister (who I might add, stands less than 5ft tall as an adult, this dog absolutely dwarfed her, but hung onto her every word, I’m sure if she told him to do a cartwheel the dog would have figured it out) and was afraid my mom was hurting her.

But of course he didn’t want to hurt my mom either.

So he zeroed in on the problem- the overalls, and took swift and decisive action- he ran over, grabbed the pants, and took off, removing the threat from the situation.

Of course, a huge dog in full sprint pulling the pants off my sister sent her flying a bit, and she whacked her head pretty good on that brick fireplace

And dogs that size have a bit of a way of causing accidental destruction

One time my uncle was letting the second one in from the back yard just as someone happened to ring the doorbell. His house has basically a straight shot from the back door to the front, so the dog ran into the house excited to greet whoever was at the door.

Unfortunately, after picking up some speed, he tried to stop on a rug on the hardwood floor, but 200lbs of dog has a lot of inertia, so he instead went sliding on the rug face-first into a wall, leaving a fist-sized dent in the drywall where his muzzle embedded in the wall, and 2 paw prints a bit below it where he put his paws on the wall to help pull his nose out.

Crates for dogs that size aren’t exactly easy to come by so while he was still young my uncle would put him in the basement while he went out.

One day my uncle came home and as he turned around the corner to go down the basement stairs, there was this dogs head poking through the wall excited to see him.

We of course don’t know exactly how that happened, but we suspect it was a similar situation- running around the basement playing with a ball or something and accidentally ran into the wall. We don’t think he was trying to bust out of the basement because, let’s face it, if he made it that far a dog that size could have pretty much just walked through the drywall like it was made of wet tissue paper.

When he was a small puppy o he like to hang out under my uncle’s coffee table. That persisted for a while as he grew bigger. Then one day, when he wasn’t yet quite full-grown, he stood up suddenly underneath the table. Unfortunately the table was made of glass and kind of exploded around him. Luckily he didn’t get cut, but he got the message that he was too big for the coffee table after that.

Who tf measures dogs in stones bruh

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