I've always had a thing for giant breed dogs. Irish Wolfhounds, Mastifs, Newfoundlands, Great Pyrenees, St. Bernards, Great Danes.
Holy cow, especially Great Danes I think. And of those, the harlequin type are an easy favorite.
So I spotted this one on the way home the other night. His name is Oliver. He reminds me a lot of our late Dalmation, Max. Except Max could have stood upright under Oliver's chest without touching, I think.