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Ahhh, sorry Mr. Lane, an opportunity to once again go on about the greatest dog breed ever, the English Mastiff, as I have had 4. Quote by Sydenham Edwards. "What the Lion is to the Cat the Mastiff is to the Dog, the noblest of the family; he stands alone, and all others sink before him. His courage does not exceed his temper and generosity, and in attachment he equals the kindest of his race. His docility is perfect; the teazing of the smaller kinds will hardly provoke him to resent, and I have seen him down with his paw the Terrier or cur that has bit him, without offering further injury. In a family he will permit the children to play with him, and suffer all their little pranks without offence. The blind ferocity of the Bull Dog will often wound the hand of the master who assists him to combat, but the Mastiff distinguishes perfectly, enters the field with temper, and engages in the attack as if confident of success: if he overpowers, or is beaten, his master may take him immediately in his arms and fear nothing. This ancient and faithful domestic, the pride of our island, uniting the useful, the brave and the docile, though sought by foreign nations and perpetuated on the continent, is nearly extinct where he probably was an aborigine, or is bastardized by numberless crosses, everyone of which degenerate from the invaluable character of the parent, who was deemed worthy to enter the Roman amphitheatre, and, in the presence of the masters of the worlds, encounter the pard, and assail even the lord of the savage tribes, whose courage was sublimed by torrid suns, and found none gallant enough to oppose him on the deserts of Zaara or the plains of Numidia."
I have had two. Plus one Bullmastiff. Great dogs. Miss them deeply. WiscoDave
I used to do that at same age with my grandfather's German shepherd. Scared the ever living shit out of my mother, but my dad and poppy got at kick out of it every time.That dog defended me every day of his life until he died.
Caught my two boys actually riding my Lab one day. The youngest was about the age of the little guy in the gif. My older one was 7. The 2 yr old would get on Sandy's back and the 7 yr old would call her to come to him. What prompted me to check on them was the giggling in the backyard...so the little one would hang on but as Sandy walked the 30 feet to my older boy...the younger one would slowly roll off her back sideways. I started laughing too.
I have a picture of me at about that age sitting on our Great Dane's neck and he had no problem. My mother heard the dog yelping once and when she came into the room I was sitting on the dog's neck cutting his ear with a pair of scissors. The dog wouldn't even ump up to get away.
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