Despite my animals name, I don't live a lavish and great life. I am tall, but am always stretched across the ground. I am an elegant, and beautiful silhouette of a Great Dane. My beauty does not compare to the real thing, but I am still noticed. My body may not be the recipient of adoration and awe, but this is not enough to make me jealous, as it comes in my direction even if not to me. If I admire myself it doesn't matter if people love and notice me. Okay maybe, just maybe, I've been jealous once or twice, but it doesn't mean I wish I was my animal. Sure, their beautiful with their colorful and patterned fur, and their eyes that make them just 50% more loveable. And yes they may be tall and sweet, and enjoy the adoration and love of their owners, but it doesn't mean my life is all that bad. I get... You know what? I wish I was a Great Dane, their lives seem so much better compared their shadow's.