Big dogs have always been a part of Erin's life. We had our own (Uno, who weighed around 80 pounds or so when Erin was born), and my parents had two Akitas as well. One, Breyer, was not-so-fondly-but-quite-appropriately nicknamed the Man-Eating Beast, and nobody but my parents ever got near him. (That was actually a good lesson for Erin, in that she learned early on that not all dogs are friendly.) Portia, on the other hand, was a sweetie. She was incredibly gentle with Erin right from the beginning, and on the rare occasions that she'd come inside (Portia, not Erin), she'd allow Erin to lay on her, etc. When Erin was two, the two of them were just about nose to nose, and it was always cute to see them together. Erin adored Portia and would try to shower her with ear scratches and kisses. Portia, for her part, tolerated Erin's affections with a wag of her puffy tail. What sweeties... both of them!
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