(Crossposted from another platform)<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When I lost my dog\u2026 And let me stop here because I need you to understand that she was a mastiff. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
That means she was a huge girl who needed leash training and needed doggy kindergarten training but never<\/em> needed protection training; you don\u2019t ever do that, with mastiffs, because protection training involves putting a dog\u2019s person in simulated threat and prompting them to fight on behalf of their person. A mastiff will do that anyway, and they will do it very well<\/em>, and any \u201ctraining\u201d scenarios would be a) distressing for the dog, and b) dangerous for the people pretending to be threats.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Most mastiffs in a home-burglary situation will use their weight and ferocious bark\/growl to immobilize intruders: they\u2019re pretty famous for sitting on would-be burglars until the police come round. (These dogs get to be about 200 pounds, depending. Thora was on the slim side but trust me, nobody wanted to try her.) They don\u2019t enjoy fucking people up. They are gentle giants. They bite as a last resort. I was Thora\u2019s main person, and she never needed training. She knew in her bones that guarding the house and the people in it was her job<\/em>. She wouldn\u2019t stray far from me, but she liked to plop her entire bulk down in the middle of hallways so that she could get sightlines to everyone else in the house as well. She guarded us from dawn to dusk and round through the night too. She was on top of it, in a lounge-y way. If I went to get a glass of water from the kitchen it would be to the accompaniment of scrabbling claws on hardwood and the soft effortful grunts of a mastiff heaving herself up, because she could not let me out of her sight. When she<\/em> was sick, finally, of old age, she went out into the yard and stretched out under my window. When it became clear she wasn\u2019t coming back in I went out and stayed with her, trying to coax her to drink chicken broth; we couldn\u2019t move her without her cooperation, so we found a vet that would come to us, but by the time the vet came it was for funerary services. Don\u2019t ever buy a mastiff. Rescuing ones that already exist and need homes is different, if you know what you\u2019re doing, but I\u2019ve become convinced that it is immoral to knowingly create beings so good<\/em> who only live for such a short time. Big dogs live shorter lives, and seven to nine years is not enough. Much better to have a less saintly dog that lives longer. That mastiffs exist at all is a reproach to the arrogance and hubris of humankind: we thought we\u2019d make something good. We weren\u2019t prepared for the cost of loving and losing them so soon. (Crossposted from another platform) When I lost my dog\u2026 And let me stop here because I need you to understand that she was a mastiff. That means she was a huge girl who needed leash training and needed doggy kindergarten training but never needed protection training; you don\u2019t ever do that, with mastiffs, because protection training involves […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":6,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[29,1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/shannon.users.sonic.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3808"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/shannon.users.sonic.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/shannon.users.sonic.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/shannon.users.sonic.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/6"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/shannon.users.sonic.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3808"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/shannon.users.sonic.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3808\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3809,"href":"http:\/\/shannon.users.sonic.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3808\/revisions\/3809"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/shannon.users.sonic.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3808"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/shannon.users.sonic.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3808"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/shannon.users.sonic.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3808"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
But they absolutely will<\/em> do it, in defense of their person.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When I was sick, she would be lying at the side of the bed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Anyway, so, when I lost my dog, I never stopped feeling her presence. It\u2019s been twenty months since she died and the reason I made this post is because I absentmindedly just leaned over to scritch the vacancy where her ears would be, if she was lying in the place where she ought to be. I can feel with absolute clarity the space her ghost takes up, and I never want it to leave me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Someday I might adopt another mastiff, as a rescue, but only if I\u2019m ready for another ghost.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"