Favorite Walk: around the neighborhood checking peemail
Best Tricks: Bullmastiffs don't need tricks
Arrival Story: I was introduced to the breed by my sister's boyfriend who had adopted Loki, a rescue from a crack house. They kept him in a closet and underfed him to try to make him mean. It didn't work. Loki was just the sweetest soul and my whole family fell in love with him despite the drool. My sister inherited both of her bfs dogs when he was tragically killed fighting an arson fire. Several years later, Loki developed a brain tumor, went through surgery heroically and lived another 7 months. It was devastating when he died, the day after the 5th anniversary of the death of his human dad.
A year later my husband and I were looking for a companion for our AmStaff who was quite discriminating but had always gotten along with large breeds. There was an ad in the paper for Bullmastiff puppies - 2 litters, born 2 weeks apart. The breeder brought 3 little boys, 2 red ones from the older litter, and 1 fawn from the younger. The 2 older puppies were not that interested in meeting anyone new, but my little honeygold baby kept coming over and chewing my hair and crawling up and kissing me endlessly. There was just no question whatsoever that we were meant to be together!!
Bio: Diesel is extremely friendly and based on his whole life experience generally assumes that everyone wants to meet him, and he is right! Everywhere we go people come up to him and want to pet him and love on him. He is amazingly sensitive, expressive, and protective. I was painting my house a few months ago and while I was up on a ladder above a stairwell, he went down and laid at the bottom of the stairwell until I came down off the ladder. It is not a place he would otherwise want to hang out. Also, whenever I was up on the ladder any other time, he made sure to hang out in a place where he could see me at all times. He has a great sense of humor, too. When I am gardening and not paying as much attention to him as he thinks I should, he will watch to determine which tool I am using the most, and then sneak up (making sure I am watching) and grab the tool and scamper off across the yard with the goods.
He is very gentle and sweet, if a dog seems intimidated by him he will lie down and roll onto his side.
Mom and dad did me the ultimate act of love and let me go on Friday. Mom begged me silently my whole life not to make her make that decision because she didn't know if she could, but it turns out that love this deep brings whatever strength you have and multiplies it to a level that no one knows they have until they are there.
They let me go Friday evening. I was all snug in my bed in the living room after being outside in my front yard in the fresh air and sunshine all afternoon, with mom and dad loving on me with a gentle intensity I will never forget. My auntie H (who had Loki) came to see me and my grandyparents did too. Alistair's parents also came to say goodbye. Then I made my last walk up my front steps and got right in my bed.
Mom had it all pretty with candles and a flower above the fireplace.
Afterward, mom sat up with me for most of the night, stroking my fur, talking to me and writing me love letters.
In the morning, mom and dad made a place for me in the back yard, right near Jax. It's always been my favorite corner of the yard. It's nice and shady and I can keep my eye on every part of the yard, and the house. I'd dig myself a nice dirt bed, arrange it so it was all comfy so my chin could rest on the edge of my hole and I could look out, or snooze.
They took out a tree and started digging. Dad got the root ball out and sat down and looked up and saw it from my perspective and said, "No wonder it's his favorite spot. Look at what he got to look at." Dad kept digging, but I guess he didn't quite get what mom had in mind. He was digging right by the fence, along the fence line, but mom said I had to be curled in the corner, the way I always was, so she started expanding it in a different direction and it turned out to be in the shape of a heart.
Mom is going to make it a really beautiful place so they can come out there and sit and be with us. She has been out here all weekend talking to me and Jax and getting it cleaned up. She's crying a lot and that's hard for me to see. I know she'll be ok eventually because she has my dad, Jax, her family, and my Bodacious aunties looking out for her. And I will never ever take my eyes off of her.
Mom and I discussed it and it's really time for me to go. She assured me that she will be ok, so I have to trust her. Of course, I will always have my eye on her, just from a different spot in the yard. She says she will miss me and love me always, and will never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever stop thinking about me. I really hate that she and dad are so upset, but my body just gave up, so I need to trade these legs for some wings.
... see, I decided I didn't really like my kibble lately, and then I just wasn't very hungry for a few days. Well, of course that got mom all worried, trying to find the right thing that I will eat. So tonight she cooked me this magnificent stew. Except that while she let it simmer for a bit she went in to check Dogster. Well, she got roped into playing the Movie Mah Jong game advertised on the home page. It wasn't too long before she realized she'd better check on my special meal, and what did she find but a pan full of burned on meat and sweet potatoes and yams.
She just got back from the grocery store with a pint of Vanilla Haagen Dazs. Mmmmmm. Now that's what I'm talkin' about!!