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Likes: Zeus is a simple fellow - an afternoon nap in the sunshine or a nice belly rub can't be beat.
Pet-Peeves: GOING POTTY OUTSIDE WHEN IT IS NOT IDEAL WEATHER CONDITIONS! If it's rainy? If it's snowing? Is it too cold? Too hot? Meh. Why not pee on the floor? It's just as good, right?
Favorite Toy: The good ol' pigskin.
Favorite Food: He'd prefer a nice ribeye every night - but is more than satisfied with his Orijen.
Favorite Walk: To the food bowl and back to bed.
Best Tricks: After countless hours of intense observation, Zeus taught himself how to open the refrigerator door. Lucky for us, his heads too big to actually get anything! Unfortunately, he taught Grace (his smaller more kniving little sister) to do the same. Figures!
Arrival Story: Our story is not un-like many others. We were looking for our first dog, and had decided without hesitation to get an English Mastiff, the breed my boyfriend had grown up with. (I had only had one old crotchity mean Cocker Spaniel my whole life, so I went with what he wanted.) One day, we decided to call the Petland to see if they had any English Mastiff puppies, just to go see. (I knew I didn't want a petstore puppy, but had never in person seen an English Mastiff puppy. I was curious as to the size I was getting myself into and wanted a sneak preview.) When I called, the lady told me they didn't have any English Mastiffs, but they had one sweet 13 week old red fawn Bullmastiff puppy. I thanked her for her time, but wrinkled my nose and told her that I didn't care for the Bullmastiff breed at all. We decided to go to Petland anyways, for me to pick up a book about English Mastiffs, so I could better educate myself. My boyfriend wandered off, and then feasted his eyes on this humongous puppy who could barely turn around in the ridiculously small cage they had him in. He called me over, and as I looked at what was soon to be Zeus, my heart just melted as he sat there, with his little leg proped out to the side with his big huge sad eyes. After my lapse of better judgement, I asked one of the employees to bring him out to me, and she did. In our little cubicle I fell in love with this ball of wrinkles who had the cutest pudge nose ever, even though I had several bite marks and bruises all over my arms. (He was quite the mouthy puppy!) However, I attempted to practice some self control and said that I did not want him and made every excuse in the book to try and leave him there. ("He's not an English Mastiff...I hate what Bullmastiffs look like when they grow up...I don't want a petstore puppy, ect.") Luckilly, my better half (the one who was buying the puppy for me in the first place) decided otherwise, and an obscene amount of money later, we had our very own Bullmastiff baby home with us! We (he) decided on "Zeus" as his name even before we left the cubicule because of his demanding presence but yet soft deminer. It fits him perfectly. He is a God in his own right! Zeus is my first Bullmastiff, and will certianly not be my last. (Bullmastiffs are like potato chips! You can't have just one!) I thank my lucky stars everyday that I am privledged enough to spend every waking day with this soft, gentle, loving soul. Zeus has truely made me fall head over heels with the breed, and I will never go a day in my life, ever again, without a Bullmastiff by my side, and that's something I will never be able to repay Zeus for. The amount of joy and happiness he has brought into my life is tremendous, and I could never thank him enough. Zeus truely is my sunshine!
Bio: Zeus Carleton (yes, named after the jazzy geeky guy from "The Fresh Prince") was born a sweet old soul, and bless his little heart for that! Zeus was pottytrained from some of the first days we brought him home, and has always been the upmost gentleman. One of my earliest memories I have of Zeus is waking up late one morning and looking at the end of my bed to see little puppy Zeus sitting in his crate oh-so-politely staring at me, not making a single solitary peep as to not awake me, patiently and properly waiting to be taken outside for his morning duty. He is the only living, breathing, walking being on this beautiful green earth that can read me like a book and actually often seems to know my moods better than I do. He is my security when I'm scared, my source of smiles when I am sad and my laughter when I am happy. He has been not only a tremendous joy and a complete pleasure to have in our lives, but an angel sent from above and a true best friend, faithful companion and fierce guardian for me. I don't know how in the world we got so lucky to be blessed with him, but I am thankful for it each and everyday of my life!
Forums Motto: The perfect gentleman. Dogster Local Spots I've Marked: Mission Medvet, Mystic Acres Kennel The Groups I'm In: PETS for OBAMA, Bodacious Bullmastiffs, Concerned Owners for Vaccination Education, No Breed is a Bad Breed, Why would I eat yellow corn meal ?
The Last Forum I Posted In: POTP needed for Zeus and the "unknown neoplastic maligna
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They say I could be sick -- but I think you have the wrong dog here, people!
About two weeks ago -- my Mom saw strang red bumps arising. First on my boy parts -- then on the inside of my thigh -- and then they started to multiply before our very own eyes.
On Monday -- Mom came home in the middle of her shift and was very upset. She said she had been worrying sick about the bumps for a week and couldn't put it off anymore because the worry was eating her alive. I love going to work with her, and was oh-so very excited! I got to see the good ol' doc -- and I laid on my back and Mom gave me kisses and rubbed my belly while he stuck a needle in the one that Mom had pegged as the one that worried her the most and got some shrapnel out of it.
He put the shrapnel on a little piece of glass and looked at it under a funny lookin' pair of binoculars. He told Mom he didn't know what in the world it was -- but that he was worried about it. So, they sent the shrapnel into the big boys to tell them what it was.
The next day, the results came back. The professionals too had no idea what in the world it was -- but didn't like the looks of it either. They told them that they needed a hunk of me to be able to really tell what it was. I said that that's fine -- there's plenty of me to go around!
On Wednesday I had surgery. They took the biggest bump off of my boy parts and one right above my hock that I had been nursing and licking at. Mom seemed upset -- because she said there were so many more bumps on me than she had realized -- and I even had little ones that were waiting to grow up and be big ones. I told her not to worry -- that I knew she'd fix me like she always does. I don't remember much from that day as I was rather groggy.
Yesterday, Thursday, as soon as Mom woke up in the morning and went to check on me in my crate and I was panting rather hard and had dried saliva all over my face and my party hat and stuck all chunky in my mouth. When she took my party hat off -- I went and drank a big slug of water. She prepared my breakfast like usual, mainly because she really wanted to get my antibiotics and pain medication into me because she thought I might be hurting. She sat my food down -- and for the first time EVER in my life I didn't eat it ravenously and walked right past it with disinterest. Her heart dropped down to her toes and her eyes filled with tears and worry. I started pacing, and she let me outside. As she was watching me walk around so uncomfortably -- she noticed how huge my stomach was. She had seen this before in me -- it was bloat. A long time ago Mommy fixed me, like she always does, when my stomach got big and I got sick. So now she told me my stomach couldn't ever hurt like that again -- but she was still worried. She loaded me into the car and drove like a madwoman to the clinic, still in her PJs.
Dad came up to the clinic shortly after -- as he was sleeping since he gets home from work early in the morning and sat with me in the clinic while Mom ran some tests on me. Mom had called my doctor in (it was their morning off) -- and he came in quickly to check on me. I kept burping, which was good. (Mom doesn't mind my bad manners. She LOVES burp-kisses!) He thought it was a side effect of the atropine I had had during surgery the day before and me coming out of anesthetic badly. He also thought that if my bumps were a certain kind of bumps -- that maybe they got mad that they were being messed with and they could have been getting back at me for trying to let my Mom fix me up. Mom also thought the stress of the party hat which I oh-so despise had something to do with my big belly.
This morning, I am fantastic. Grace comes and lays in my crate with me sometimes -- but Mom doesn't want us rough housing so I have to stay in here. Grace whines and cries because I am away from her a lot. She's never been seperate from me a single day or hour since she came to our home. Even if I go in to the doctor, she goes too. Mom is worried about her also. Her being away from me that is -- but she says there's nothing she can do to fix Grace's problem because she has the same one too, and knows there's nothing you can do for it.
My final test results are supposed to be in today -- and Mom is a nervous wreck. Her eyes are almost always filled with tears -- but she always smiles at me and tells me how much she loves me. I always respond back with a big ol' tail THUD -- which I know is her favorite response.
I know she loves me more than anything in this world -- and I know she'll fix me. Like she always does.
OMD! I'm Dogster's DOTD! I am so beyond honored - I can't even begin to say!
First and foremost - I'd like to thank Dogster. Obviously, without you all none of this would be possible. I'd like to thank-you for bringing us together with other incredible canine owners - and mostly for bringing us together with some incredible people, which brings me to...
My Bullmastiff Aunties and cousins. I love each and every one of you more than I could ever begin to say - with all of my heart. You truly are my family and our best friends. There are no people like Bullmastiff people - and no dog like a Bullmastiff. You have our hearts, friendship and love forever.
Next are my pawrents - who are incredible in their own right. I want to thank my Dad for never (ever) being stingy on the kibble - even when Mom is on his back about it - and exceeding the daily ration of cookies without a second thought. And to my Mom for doing her downright darndest to take care of me - all of my special needs - and wants, too. Through all of my trials and tribulations - she has been there - right by my side - never looked back - and never for a second let me forget how incredibly deeply she loves me.
I suppose I should thank my little sister - Grace - too. However, for what? I'm not quite sure.
Grace, thank-you for bullying me out of the water bucket on a daily basis, body slamming me out of the way when I'm getting the attention you believe you deserve, stealing my special piece of firewood and barking at me excessively when I am not obeying your every wish and demand while I am trying to take my naps. Thank-you for keeping me young - when I was born an old soul - and always keeping me on my tippy toes. Thank-you for your companionship and your un-wavering and un-dying love, devotion and loyalty. You may be a pest and a total brat - but I can't imagine life without you anymore. You are my best friend - and life without you just wouldn't be living.
My Dad is leaving today. He'll be gone for awhile.
Mom says economy laid off Dad from his job, so he has to leave us. I don't quite know who economy is, but if I ever see him I'm going to rip him to shreds for sending my Dad away and making my Mom cry so much.
Dad says he'll be back once a month, and promised me this. Personally speaking, once a month Dad just isn't enough.
When Mom is running late who will feed us? Who will change our big heavy water bucket? Who will give me extra kibble? Who will shower me with cookies? Who's little man will I be?
I don't want my Dad to leave. It makes Mom really sad. I could swear to you she was crying while she was asleep last night. I try to hold her hand and tell her it will be alright like I always do to fix things, but this time around it just doesn't work. She just cries, and sobs, and cries some more.
How many tears does a human have to cry before they run out of them? I hope they run out soon because seeing my Mom so sad makes me so sad too.
Please pray for my Dad and his safety on his journey. Please pray that they add jobs back here in Kansas City as soon as possible. Please pray that my Mom stops crying soon. She's been really sick for a week now and I think the crying just makes her more sick all over again.
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