I fell in love yesterday

I didn't take a picture of my new love interest, but I wasn't expecting to fall in love with him; I was just along for the ride.  
My oldest grandson and his girl friend have been looking for a Great Dane puppy.  We were discussing this with them out in the shop Sunday, and Cliff said, "Phil's boy had some Great Dane puppies for sale a while back."  
Phil is Cliff's brother.  His son, Jeremy, indeed had been selling some puppies, although I figured by this time they were all gone.  So I went to his Facebook wall and asked if he still had puppies.  
"I'll message you," he said.  
He had one black, eleven-week-old puppy left.  I got him connected with Heather, and they made a date for her to see the pup after work yesterday.  
Because Cliff's brother lives in a rather isolated location, Heather asked me to ride along and show her where they lived.  Her car is small, and I wondered if I'd be in charge of controlling a moose-sized pup for the twenty-mile trip home, but I agreed.  
When we arrived at their farmhouse, Jeremy and his girl friend were in the yard with the pup running freely around their feet.  OK, so he hadn't gotten to moose-size yet, but his feet had!  I got out of the car prepared to fend off a jumping puppy, but he didn't jump on us.  When we walked, he'd follow along beside somebody's (anybody's) feet.  
Heather and Jeremy sealed the deal and discussed shots and wormings and dog food and ear surgeries, and we went to load Titan into Heather's little car.  I volunteered to sit in the back seat with him and restrain him; I started to lift him in, but he was heavier than I realized, so Jeremy got him loaded, and I followed.  This back seat was tiny, so I stretched my legs across the back floorboard toward the other door and the pup immediately nestled onto my lap.  Well, he nestled as much of his growing body as would fit on me, anyhow.  And for the whole trip to my house, he stayed right there, every once in awhile trying to snuggle in a little deeper.  Several times he lifted his head, looked me in the eyes, and doggie-smiled, as if to say, "I really like you." 
But he never once licked me.  I don't like licking dogs, so that was another plus. 
Yes, by the time I got out of the back seat with my newfound love, I was hooked.  I never saw that one coming.  

Here's a picture Heather took of him on her way home from here.