#Rare And Unique Dog Breeds

[pawsearth]

It has been estimated that there are over 190 varieties of dogs recognized all around the world. But we can’t exactly guess the number of dogs across the globe. Some are pretty and small, while some look fierce and gigantic. In this blog, we inform you about the top 10 dog breeds that are rare and unique.

[icecatsarecool]

Some recent pictures of my puppy Ghost! He is a wiemaraner and he is about 3.5 months old. He is getting so big!

[antisocialxconstruct]

like this (VOLUME WARNING obviously)

do you guys even KNOW about the Shiba ScreamTM

[serpentface]

Four (relatively) distinct types of livestock guardian dogs in the Imperial Wardi region. (Left to right: hnorai dam, chin-tsimouna, dírgrahdain, and chin na Hittsanaedi)

Dog breeds in the modern sense of the word in which a dog is selected for highly specific physical traits and carefully bred to retain 'purity' is virtually nonexistent in this setting (and where similar practices occur, it's usually as an outlier situation surrounding a single dog rather than as a standard practice). Most working dogs first develop out of landraces via natural selection, and are bred according to their function above all else. Their forms are the results of natural pressures from their environments, the demands of their jobs, genetic isolation (or lack thereof), and often some degree of selectivity or preference for coloration or features.

These are the four types that occur within the region, all derived from a progenitor landrace guard dog (the last common ancestor of all four contemporary types probably existed about 950-1000 years before present). All share commonalities of a large size, rain-resistant hair, notably dense winter coats, a loud and deep bark, thick muzzles, and strongly sloping chests. They must be able to hold their own (usually through intimidation but occasionally in fights) against large predators that often physically outmatch them- lions, king hyena, hyenas, and wild dogs being most threatening to livestock. They also may have additional functions in dissuading theft and poaching of livestock by humans, and they may sometimes double as basic guard dogs of homes or villages.

Dogs here are bred almost entirely according to their function (you breed LGDs with LGDs, it doesn't usually matter if they look different or come from different stock), with the main exceptions being 'breeds' that are aspects of important cultural heritage or that have specific culturally/regionally preferred aesthetic traits. The chin-tsimouna is the most common of the three and is the result of minimally selective breeding (though some populations form unique strains or have a selective local status), while the other three are semi-isolated heritage types (the hnorai dam for some North Wardi groups, the dírgrahdain for most of the Hill Tribes, and the chin na Hittsanaedi among Ephenni Riverlanders).

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Hnorai dam: Very rare in the contemporary, with undiluted animals of this stock surviving in some of the most isolated parts of the region's north. This type is distinct for typically having a somewhat stockier build than the others, solid coats, pointed ears, and a tail held upright and curved when relaxed. Most are solid white, gray, or black, and will often be assigned to horses of matching color. This is also the most 'basal' of the regional LGDs, a dog close to this in form (but probably not with solid coloration) was the common progenitor of all other livestock guardian breeds in the region. Variants on 'hnorai dam' are the common name, simply meaning 'guard dog' in the North Wardi language (as they are often used as village/household guards as well as livestock guardians).

Chin-tsimouna: This is the most ubiquitous type, occurring region-wide (and beyond) and used by a variety of peoples (throughout the core Imperial Wardi sphere and among the Cholemdinae, with some usage among the North Wardi, Hill Tribes, and Wogan). They have the most significant foreign ancestry (largely from Burri and Yuroma dogs) and most frequent 'crossbreedings' with feral populations. Due to these factors, the look of these dogs is highly variable (with the 'chin-tsimouna' name functionally being a catchall for any LGDs not of an otherwise specified type). There ARE some broad commonalities (beyond strictly the underlying features common to all these LGD types). The ears are rarely pointed, and usually are bent or lay flat. Fawn coloration with a melanistic mask is by far the most common, with white, gray, and black dogs coming in second (often semi-selectively bred or chosen to match the coats of their charges). Solid colored chin-tsimouna are very rare. There are numerous regional names for type-variants, but 'chin-tsimouna' is the most common descriptor for the overall type, meaning 'horse-dog' (in reference to their typical charges, who they uniquely live among).

Dírgrahdain: This is the native livestock guardian dog of the Highlands. They are the most physically distinctive from their counterparts, and their traits are among the most consistent (due to rarity of feral dog populations in their native range and their status in shared cultural heritage encouraging maintenance of their distinctive traits and discouraging crossbreeding). The most distinctive features are a dense mane, pointed ears, and tightly curled tail. An extended melanistic mask is highly common, and very pale 'evil eyes' are favored in this population, believed to be the most frightening to predators and evil spirits. The name dírgrahdain means 'liondog', mostly referring to their mane. [Extended dírgrahdain post here]

Chin na Hittsanaedi: This is the 'youngest' of the distinct types, and derives from a period of significant crossing between dírgrahdain and chin-tsimouna within the Ephenni riverlands (region south of the soutwestern Highlands, between and around the convergence of the Erubin and Nedachemi rivers) due to significant interaction and overlap of territory between the Ephenni and the West Rivers Hill Tribes under Imperial Burri occupation. The curled tail and pale eyes of the dírgrahdain is common in this population, though the pointed ears are rare and the 'mane' is less developed or absent. Most other traits are typical of the chin-tsimouna type. Dogs of this stock are mainly used in rural parts of the province of Ephennos, and their significance to aspects of modern era Ephenni cultural identity dissuades intentional breeding with both of their progenitor types. The name chin na Hittsanaedi means 'Riverlands dog' (more literally 'dog of the Riverlands').

[thelampisaflashlight]

Copia: -at the vet holding imp!Dew- Nurse, signing them in: "And what breed is your..." -squints- "...Dog?" Copia, petting Dew: "He's a lilshitdew. A very rare breed that has a knack for eating socks." Nurse: "And his name?" Copia, looking at Dew: "...Dewdles." Dew: -indignant croaking- Copia, handing him to the nurse: "...He has a very unique bark." Nurse, taking Dew from Copia: "...Why does he feel like a water tube?" Copia: "He's mostly spite and piss, so he's a little floppy."

[thelamentknight]

Ángel Iglesias

19/Male

Mexican

Pansexual (Male Preference)

Scorpio

His hometown is Aguas de Caléndulas (Marigold Waters)

Twisted from Ernesto de la Cruz

Scarabia

3rd Year

His best subject is Poison Making

He’s in the Fashion Club

His favorite food is Beef Tongue Tacos

His least favorite food is Avocados

Dislikes Bells

Hobbies include: Singing, Pressing flowers in notebooks, Drawing, Making fashion lookbooks, and collecting vintage books and music records

Talent: Keeping Secrets

Unique Magic: “Heaven to Earth.” When Ángel uses his Unique Magic, he can see ghosts. Most ghosts actually remain invisible, but to Ángel, they look visible with his UM. Without using it, he can still sense when ghosts are present when others can’t. His UM doesn’t add up much blot. The ghosts also appear as skeleton people when the UM is used.

Ángel is a confident, flirty and charming man who is very aware of his handsome looks and beautiful singing voice. He has a way with words, and could probably convince you to break all of Heartslabyul’s rules in front of Riddle if he wanted to. He can also be a bit of tease, to the chagrin of the more serious students. He can be quite theatrical when he’s in the right mood, too. Ángel is quite protective of the ones he cares about.

Background:

His Mother is a shoe maker while his Father runs a Textile Mill that’s been passed down for a couple of generations. It’s a successful Mill, so Ángel is pretty rich (around as rich as Kalim). He has a younger twin brother named Hidalgo (who is Twst Hector).

Ángel was a bit of an ugly duckling when he was younger. He had braces and bad acne, which kind of worsened the bullying he was already experiencing (cause Ángel was actually a quiet shy kid when he was younger). Hidalgo did his best to protect him from the bullies. At some point during Ángel’s early teens, Ángel had a “glow up,” and how he was treated was completely different. The boys who pranked him and tried to beat him suddenly wanted to be his friends, and the girls who sneered and gossiped about him were suddenly swooning. Ángel and Hidalgo saw right through the bullshit though.

So now Ángel has this insecurity where he feels like the only reason people like him is because he’s hot.

Fun Facts:

Chihuahuas are his favorite breed of dogs

Ángel is allergic to Avocados. He’s had to go to the hospital 17 times (he counted) because people would hear his allergy, scoff or laugh, and sneak avocado into his food. They wouldn’t believe him because…, really? A Latino allergic to Avocados? That’s like if an Asian was allergic to Rice! The experiences made him hate avocados.

His last name, Iglesias, references two things🤓☝️: 1.) It means “churches,” 🤓☝️and references to Ernesto’s religious surname (de la Cruz/of the Cross)🤓☝️. 2.) He has the same surname as Enrique Iglesias🤓☝️, a popular Spanish singer🤓☝️

The mirror took a good minute deciding whether to put Ángel in Scarabia or Pomefiore

He used to have a crush on Tiago (Twisted Tiana), a student from RSA. Ángel asked Tiago out, but Tiago rejected him as he did not return the feelings. The two still became good friends. While they rarely see each other, they send each other food at times. Ángel does not have feelings for Tiago anymore, but there’s no bad feelings between the two

He used to be in the Light Music Club until Carmen made the Fashion Club

He has thought about possibly being a musician, but he considers singing more of a hobby

He’s fine chuckling, but he never really laughs. That’s because he’s embarrassed how…hysterical his laugh sounds (kids at school bullied him about it)

He has a talent for keeping things under control if something goes wrong

He has a book that was gifted by his Father that has samples and notes of different fabrics

Kind of has a competitive streak

He has Kampanaphobia, the fear of bells

He still uses the sewing machine his Mother gave him when he was young

His UM shows that there actually way more ghosts at NRC than people know and has discovered interesting things about them. For example, he learned that most of them hang around Ignihyde

He’s a good fighter. He could throw some hands at some Savanaclaw students and win

When he first got the NRC acceptance letter when he was 16, Ángel didn’t go. He didn’t go to NRC until he got the letter again the following year. So Ángel started attending NRC when he was 17

Dating Ellis Vinter

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[despazito]

can you tell me more about Bambino cats? I did a search and it was all abdl content so I gave up

bambinos are not a registered TICA breed, they're what i've personally dubbed combo breeds

basically there's several breeds of cats that are essentially only distinguished by a single phenotype mutation (munchkin=dwarfism, scottish fold and american curl= cartilage mutation, sphynx= hairlessness, etc..)

so some genius fucks thought it would great to combine those phenotypes into designer cats with multiple ones. the bambino is a hairless dwarf:

and the even newer "dwelf' adds the ear cartilage defect of the american curl into the mix as well

i think these cats are much much worse than their parent breeds. instead of a single mutation that can each have health drawbacks (ftr i dont think all these mutations are equal in welfare outcomes, i think dwarfism has more serious health implications that hairlessness), you are building a house of cards with the cons of all these mutations thrown into a single animal, increasing the likelihood of something going wrong.

and of course if these traits are also recessive, then the odds of getting all desired phenotypes in a litter diminishes (iirc out of these only sphynx is recessive though) meaning you statistically get more kittens who don't fit type which can entice shitty breeders to inbreed in the hopes of getting as many to type as possible.

and personally i think if a responsibly planned litter has a chance of say, only 25% max of offspring possibly being born to type then you have a crap unrealistic standard that needs changing or scrapping lol. an australian shepherd without a merle coat still has plenty of identifiable aussie traits, but hypothetically a dwelf born with hair and normal ears really isn't distinguishable from a regular ol munchkin and nobody forking out money for a dwelf will be satisfied with it.

this trend of adding on as many rare traits into an animal as possible is really off the rails in the exotic bulldog community, to the point where dogs are advertised with their rare mutations in bio

this is breeding for looks taken to the extreme, where the most striking or rare phenotypes are combined into making the most exclusive, unique looking animal possible. it is not sustainable breeding in the long run and how you ultimately end up with entire lines croaking from rare cancers at like age 6 due to just how much genetic homogyzosity you're creating

[sam-dugesian]

I saw my mom's cat today

My mother is in ill health and therefore has been put into care. We are not capable of looking after her ourselves.

Aside from this, me and her were not on good terms. You could write a whole book on the reasons why.

On Christmas (the day before yesterday) I visited her with the rest of my extended family. It did not go well. There were too many people around. It was hectic and stressful.

I am glad I went though. For one it might be the very last time to see her alive. Secondly, her attitude towards me hasn't changed. At least I won't feel guilty about anything I did.

Today (2 days after the visit) I found a black cat in my house. I have never owned a black cat, nor has any family member to my knowledge.

It wasn't a particularly unusual black cat at first glance. It was very vocal and wanted pets so I scratched its ear. The cat appreciated it and curled up on the floor next to me.

My next thought was "that's mom's cat", which is a distinctly weird thing to think, especially as to my knowledge she has never owned a cat.

The cat was young, but adult size and shape, maybe a yearling or a very old kitten.

This was when I woke from my dream and found myself in my bed.

Seeing ghosts of animals in my house and in my dreams is not something that happens to me in general.

I've only seen a shadow at a glimpse twice in this house.

First when we first bought the home and I saw an old woman, which I described to my mom at the time, me being excited and scared of seeing my first ghost and mom said it sounded exactly like the previous home owner, who had died shortly after we moved in.

The second time I saw a pack of about 8 dogs on the stairs, all of different breeds and sizes, and this was shortly before my dog died, though at this time my dog as still in health. I can't say perfect health as they had long-standing medical problems, which they'd had for years before we bought them. Still, their death was a sudden deterioration.

This encounter with the cat I'd say was along the same lines, though this time they came to me in a dream, not physically in front of me in real life, so take that as you will.

Despite being black with green eyes, a trait shared by many cat breeds, on closer inspection I realized something odd.

I couldn't recall ever seeing this cat breed before, not in real life, not on TV or film, and not on the internet.

It can be hard to identify specific breeds of solid back cats, but this one was somehow different to every black cat I knew.

So I decided to search up black cat breeds online, thinking surely I'd find the one I'm looking for, but after exhaustive efforts across official sources, which were not very helpful to say the least, I found a whole bunch of cat breeds I never heard of, but none that actually resembled the breed I saw, with not one of them even having the same muzzle shape, even if many of them had rather unusual shapes.

I didn't think I'd be able to imagine a breed of cat I've never seen, not in such crystal clear consistent detail, nor really be able to tell that I'd never seen it before, so this is a very unique experience.

I tried looking up rare and extinct breeds, but to be honest that was a pointless endeavor, since the info on that is extremely limited.

Anyone have even the slightest clue what's going on?

[border-collie]

Whats wrong with merle? (genuine question)

On it's own? Nothing, it has some quirks to keep in mind when you are breeding it in any breed. (highly recommend reading the paper by Mary Langevin and her team on it if you want to go into the pure genetic details)

In border collies specifically however 9/10 merles aren't bred for work and haven't been bred for work in many generations giving you high energy, often unpredictable dogs who are sold to the pet and beginner sport market. I owned and loved one of these dogs, so this isn't to judge people who have found yourself in this position. (It's slightly more common in conformation lines, but those aren't where my knowledge lies.) Now ALL of those color bred merles go back to the dog Astra Mars who was a decent working sheep dog in the UK but is now known to produce epilepsy and is a major red flag for epilepsy risk in a pedigree and/or BH Rowdy who was a mostly cattle bred dog who is was known to produce several health issues but more importantly behavior issues which is seen pretty heavily in his progeny.

I've been actively looking for a merle dog to add to my program that does not go back to either of these two lines for over two years now and I've found two studs, one of which I still suspect goes back to Astra Mars.

Merle isn't unique in this aspect, brindle is also a gene that in color bred lines almost always goes back to the dog Deep Sea Kreechyr who himself was extremely neurotic, died of a genetic cancer, and had several pups die from the SAME genetic cancer. Brindle IS found a bit more common in working lines than merle but as sable is very rare in working lines, can be almost impossible to see (Templehall Cymru is a good, high profile example of a working brindle. He is genetically tan pointed with brindle)

So that's the overview on why a lot of (working) border collie people tend to have poor associations with the gene as the dogs don't work and often are of poor mental and/or physical health. But again, that's not the fault of merle as a GENE but rather how poor breeders have taken advantage of the breed and the popularity of the color.

[monstersdownthepath]

Monster Spotlight: Black Shuck

CR 7

Chaotic Neutral Large Magical Beast

Adventure Path: War for the Crown: The Twilight Child, pg. 82-83

These living curses have origins steeped in myths and legend, believed to be everything from the children of witches that consort with foul forest powers, to the reincarnated spirits of casters who were slain in marshlands. They're loners by their very nature, their cursed presence driving away most mundane wildlife and even others of their kind, so them finding one another and breeding is extremely rare to the point most believe they can't. It's not even known if a Black Shuck can die of natural causes, or if they simply hibernate for years as the land around them recovers from their presence, rising again when the world has forgotten them.

It is easy, though subtle, to know when one has entered the territory of a Black Shuck. Thick fog banks which delude and distort direction and sense, strange paths cut through the foliage, and an utter, oppressive silence likely jarring for anyone used to the sounds of nature. All three have an explanation, and all three lead to the beast that prowls the marshlands: the fog banks come from both the marsh it calls home and its 3/day Fog Cloud, which it belches out whenever the urge strikes it; the Shuck's bizarre obsession with walking the exact same pathways every day, gradually wearing a trail through its territory; and the Shuck's fel presence and appetite, both of which chase off most creatures.

Unfortunately, as Shucks depopulate their territory rather quickly, this means they must sate themselves with the most abundant food source: people passing through. Black Shucks develop affinities for the roads and trails that cut through their land, wandering them for hours at a time, searching carefully for any sign of travelers. What happens when they spot a lonesome traveler on the road, however, depends from dog to dog, as each of them has their own bizarre rituals they adhere to even to their own detriment. Some will quietly stalk their victims for hours from afar, some will attempt to get as close as possible without their target knowing they're there, some will howl and bay to frighten their victim into running and refuse to chase anyone brave enough to take a stand, and some will attack outright without warning.

An especially diabolic Black Shuck will use its Change Shape ability to assume the form of another traveler passing through, offering aid or shelter to their victim, with a 3/day Misdirection making their deception difficult to see through even with magic. Like a Fey, a Black Shuck may decide whether or not this particular traveler gets to live depending on how well their hospitality is accepted or if it's politely rejected, but some may just slay their victim the instant they're no longer in view of the road. It's really a crapshoot, but it gives the DM a lot of leeway as to how they use these fiendish hounds in their own stories! Discovering who or what may have reincarnated into this particular Black Shuck may be an objective of the session, to find out just what to expect from its behavior when eyewitness testimony is either unreliable or nonexistent.

Sometimes, for their own personal reasons, a Black Shuck will attack to wound instead of to kill, and rarely they won't lash out at the traveler at all... but this doesn't mean victims exit Shuck territory unchanged. Three times per day, a Black Shuck may level its Green-Eyed Gaze at a creature within 30ft, the piercing glow of their cursed eye shining even through the fog (conjured or natural) and all but daring their chosen victim to meet it. Anything that does must succeed a DC 16 Will save or become permanently cursed by the stare of the fel beast, and each curse is entirely unique to each Black Shuck. Some may afflict the victim's ability scores, some may lower their skill checks, some may weaken their immune system permanently, and some may begin a ticking clock in the victim's heart that will, one way or another, kill them. Each Shuck has its own personalized curse, and the DM is encouraged to make theirs especially memorable depending on the hunting style they're using. A Black Shuck which attacks outright may have a curse which weakens potential victims, a stalking Shuck may reduce a victim's ability to perceive their surroundings or navigate the wilds, while a Shuck with more esoteric morals would have stranger curses.

With their target debuffed by their curse and blinded by their fog, a Black Shuck ready to finally pounce has a painful but familiar offense. It's got a Claw-Claw-Bite for 1d6+5 and 1d8+5 damage, respective, which is unusually (and mercifully) attached to a creature with a 10ft area but only a 5ft reach. When it's unable to Full-Attack it ALWAYS leads with its bite, as is typical for canids, with the expected Trip attached to its bite to send its victims sprawling to the ground and making it hard for them to fight back and escape its follow-up. It's especially painful for a single target, who may try to get back up only to be tripped once more by the resulting Attack of Opportunity.

The damage isn't the only danger carried by the bite, though. Any creature which escapes the savagery of the Black Shuck after being bitten, either because it allows them to or because they fight it off and run (not easy, as it moves 40ft a round and has a nigh-inescapable array of senses to track prey even in total darkness) must succeed a DC 18 Fortitude save or be afflicted by a unique and very fast-acting wasting illness called Shuck's Kiss, which incubates for a day before cleaving 1d4 Con and Str damage every hour from there on out. Uniquely, Shuck's Kiss has a listed duration of 6 hours, much like a poison rather than a disease. I don't know if this is a misprint or intentional, as most diseases typically continue on until the victim either succumbs or succeeds the 2 consecutive saves needed to get over the affliction. Maybe surviving the Shuck's Kiss earns the creature's respect?

For most travelers on the misty roads, surviving the bite of a Black Shuck is still a death sentence. 6d4 Con or Str damage averages to about 15, and with a swift incubation period and an even faster progression than most diseases, it can feel almost like a survivor of these fel hound's bites are set to make a full recovery one day only to drop dead the very next night. It progresses so swiftly most victims may not even realize they desperately need a healer until they've already been pushed across death's door. So swiftly, in fact, that they may believe themselves cursed, and seek out the wrong form of healing.

To those encountering a Black Shuck, their choices often only range from 'die now' to 'die later.' Fighting back against it is unfeasible for most, as they're protected by DR 10/Cold Iron or Magic, which translates to "invincible unless a player character is nearby," and though they possess no other resistances or immunities to any damage or conditions, they can use Blink 3/day to give all incoming attacks a flat 50% chance to fail outright, giving them the illusion of being invincible, intangible specters that can strike from impossible directions, even through solid barriers.

The saving grace for most player characters is that a Black Shuck is unlikely to attack any creature it cannot ambush, separate from a group, or affect with its curse. Simply being in a group while traveling down the coastal roads can deter the creatures... as long as the party doesn't sleep on the roadside, and doesn't trust the scruffy-looking hunter claiming to have felled a beast in the woods and is looking to share it; Misdirection means magical lie detection won't work, you're going to have to get past its +11 to Bluff the old-fashioned way! Unfortunately for player characters, a Black Shuck is exactly the type of creature a party of adventurers would be sent in to deal with due to its effect on both the wilds and whatever civilizations have roads stretching through its territory, forcing them to contend with a beast of wicked power and cunning intelligence... on its own turf and its own terms.

No encounter is fought in a vacuum, but it's actually easier to lure a Black Shuck into attacking on the roadsides it haunts, where it cannot utilize cover or terrain hazards, rather than chasing it into the marshes and trying to find the den it sleeps in during the day, where it effectively has every advantage. It's very easy to see why the Black Shuck is considered an everlasting omen of death by most, or some unstoppable specter instead of a flesh-and-blood creature.

And y'know what? All of this is before one of them gets adopted into a coven of witches or Hags, who seem almost magnetically drawn to their cursed power. But that's just too much for an already long article! So, if you want to know about that,

You can read more about them here.

[kaces-graham-crackers]

Ebonhowl: The Raven's Hound - Prologue

Wednesday Addams x Female Character

Authors Note: Hey, everyone! This story is an origin tale for my original character, Ken Pollard, set two years before Wednesday even steps foot in Nevermore Academy. It’s a slow-burn journey where Ken, a rare Black Shuck (Hellhound), grapples with her dark family legacy and navigates life at Nevermore. There's plenty of mystery, self-discovery, and tension along the way. Eventually, the story will blossom into a Wednesday Addams x Female character romance—but for now, it's all about Ken's personal journey. I’ve had this story tucked away for a while, but my friends loved it and urged me to share it. So here it is! Stick around, get to know Ken, and follow her as she learns to thrive in the strange, dark world of outcasts.

Summary: Ken Pollard thought she could leave her dark past behind, but the scars—both visible and hidden—linger. As she faces the daunting reality of her unique abilities and the legacy of her Hellhound ancestry, Nevermore Academy might be her only chance at a fresh start. With an open house on the horizon, Ken must decide if this strange academy is where she belongs or if her dangerous lineage will be too much to keep hidden. Two years before Wednesday Addams arrives, the stage is set for a slow-burning journey of self-discovery, secrets, and survival.

Word Count: 962 words

My name is Ken Pollard, and I attend Nevermore Academy…Well, I will soon enough, anyway. I fumbled with the pamphlet; the front cover had a rich, deep indigo with intricate yellow embossing of the academy's crest. The crest features a stylized raven in mid-flight, wings outstretched above the crest, "Nevermore Academy" is written in elegant, gothic lettering. I flipped to the back of the pamphlet, examining the faces of two creatures, one vampire and the other a gorgon smiling. "You know, hon, your father and I had a great time at Nevermore Academy," my mother chimed, staring at me through the rearview mirror. Looking up, I smiled and nodded "Mhm." I glued my eyes back to the embracing species, and above them, the same style of gothic lettering read, "We're dying to meet You!" Don't get me wrong; I'm excited to attend my parents' alma mater, but having to live up to their expectations and legacy isn't making this transition any easier. Not to mention, my grandfather is the most feared hound in history. So, everything I do needs to be perfect and flawless.

I forgot to mention that Nevermore Academy is not just a private school; it is specially designed to cater to individuals considered as "freaks, monsters, or outcasts." Any outcast who wants to understand their abilities can attend. Nevermore Academy's curriculum is tailored to the unique abilities of its students, offering comprehensive training in a wide array of supernatural talents. The school has an expansive library of invaluable resources, including extensive notes, informative texts, and detailed records documenting various species and their capabilities. Now I know what you are wondering: If my parents and I attend such a lucrative academy, what species am I? We are Black Shucks. Or more commonly known as Hellhounds. I can already imagine the first thing that comes to your mind is those fire-engulfed wolves; we're not. Hellhounds consist of three breeds. Grytrash is a "ghostly" black dog that can transform into horses, mules, cranes, or dogs that haunt the lonely roads when a traveler comes along. Black Shucks and Barghests originated from common ancestors, evolving into distinct species as the Barghest traveled northward, bearing large teeth, claws, and thicker fur.

On the other hand, Black Shucks are jet-black, large dogs with red glowing eyes. If you hear their howls, death indeed follows. Residing along the coastline and countryside of East Anglia. I threw the pamphlet onto the seat next to me. Looking forward, I watched as we passed an iron-wrought gate with the illusion of a raven flying decorating the very top. Directly under that, the words "Nevermore Acadamy." were skewed across. As we grew closer, my anxiety intensified. Here I was, one of the most endangered species in creature history. Will I become an outcast of all outcasts? Or will I be feared? I let out a labored breath, not realizing I was holding it in. "Kenyara!" snapping out of my trans, I studied my mother's facial expression. Worry painted on her face. "You ok, honey? You seem quiet." "Too quiet," my father chimed, darting his eye from the road to the rearview mirror. I looked between them both. I smile weakly and say, "Sorry, I'm just thinking." At that moment, my mom turned her head and body to see me. She just looked at me with her signature "What do you really mean" face.

Sighing in defeat, I spilled my thoughts out. "Oh hon…" my mother was now waiting for my father's reaction. "Pup…you shouldn't be worried about that; your grandfather was a feared hound, but that is why Gytrash. Barghest and Black Shucks alike are endangered. We are not sending you here to hold such a burden." His voice was always booming and stern, but listening to him this time, he was soft-spoken, gentle, almost as if he was afraid to be above a whisper. "Ken, my sweet girl, we want you to enjoy yourself and get an education in a safe place to learn about yourself and other species around you." My mother finished. I looked at my hands and then back to my parents. Who were sporting giant grins; I mirrored their infectious smiles before I knew it. "There's that beautiful smile we love!" my father's thunderous laugh echoed.

The surrounding forest had suddenly disappeared. Replaced with scattered orange shrubbery, adorning indigo ribbons. Well, would you look at that?" My mother sighed, leaning forward to look up. "Looks a lot bigger than I remember." my father hummed. "We haven't been here in 11 years, Lawrence. It's gonna look larger than before." Their banter caused me to look forward. Squinting, I carefully inspected the gothic building through a ghostly fog. The building itself seemed gray. Why is everything gray and purple? I questioned. " Nevermore didn't want to stand out, fearing they would be targeted. Indigo, yellow, and black. Indigo, the primary color, represents integrity, wisdom, and institution." Mom said.

Drawing closer, I still couldn't shake that feeling…I don't know why it's happening again. Finally entering the courtyard of the school, we pulled up to a woman who was directing cars. "Mr. and Mrs. Pollard, it's a pleasure to see you too again." she flashed a devilish grin, revealing her fangs. Simultaneously, my mom smiled while my dad visibly sank in his seat. "Dr. Vanry, you're still working at Nevermore Academy?" My mother asked. "Of course, dear; who else would prepare the next army of outcasts." They both laughed. Pulling out a clipboard licking the tips of her fingers. "Now, where's the little Pollard?" My dad only cleared his throat and rolled the back window down. I froze, staring back up at her. Her face was etched with lines and a few wrinkles that revealed the passage of time.

The most alluring were her features, high cheekbones, piercing eyes, and jet-black silky hair pulled into a ponytail. "This is Ken Blakesley Pollard, our little pup," he murmured, never meeting his former teachers' eyes. She lends down, observing me extensively. "Hello, Ms.Pollard. Both of your parents were known throughout their time at Nevermore. Let's hope you've inherited your mother's behavior. I froze, our eyes glued to one another. Her eyes were a deep crimson reminiscent of freshly spilled blood, and her irises shimmered with an inner intensity, adding to her intimidating presence. It felt as though she was looking through my soul. Without hesitation, my mouth spilled, "I won't be a problem, Ma'am!" Straightening her posture, she hummed, "Mhm, you have manners; that's a good sign." She walked to the front of the car.

Lawrence Odin Pollard, it hasn't been long enough." she scolds him. It's good to see you too, Ma'am." he huffed. "Mr. Pollard, fix your posture and speak clearly; last time I checked, you are not a young boy anymore!" As if a drill sergeant just yelled at him, he did as he was commanded, putting both hands on the wheel and barking back, "Y-Yes, Ma'am." I dropped my jaw. For 14 years, I've never seen anyone discipline my father. Dr.Vanry smirked as my mother stifled a laugh. Looking at her clipboard, she checked something off her eyes, finally meeting my dad's. "Park anywhere in Lot 4 and follow the Open House signs to Check-In. "Thank you, Dr.Vanry; it was good seeing you! Mom waved as Dad's posture fell, putting the car in drive. The silence in the car grew. Mom and Dad both looked in the rearview mirror, looking at my expression. Defeated, my dad sighed. " Go ahead, ask."

"Who was that, and what happened," I questioned, more panicked than interested. "She's the devil," he grunted through his teeth. Earning him a slap from mom. "She was the only woman your father feared." "I. DON'T. FEAR. HER." he snarled. "I said "was," didn't I. She scolded him. Finally, he pulled into a parking spot and shut off the car. While dropping his head and sighing. "I'm sorry she just brings back the worst in me." he turns back and looks at me sternly. "I used to be a rough, rowdy type of teen. So she made it her mission to…" he paused, taking a breath, softening his eyes. "Tame the Beast within, as she called it." He looked at the back of his hands, riddled with healed scars. It was always a sensitive topic, the origins of the many lacerations from his hands to his arms. Especially the three slashes across his left eye stretching from his forehead to his left ear. Mom gently grabbed his hands before he could touch the battle scars on his face. "That was for the best, though." she smiled wholeheartedly before intertwining her fingers with his. He nods. Turning back towards me. I smiled at him softly, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Yeah, it was." he smiled back at me. I knew the rest of the story.

My father always says, "…if it weren't for Nevermore." Mom and Dad consistently speak highly about their time at Nevermore. Which makes sense based on their reputations. My dad was president of the wrestling club, and my mom was captain of the debate team. Both were known for their skills. That's how they met…though instead of falling in love, they hated each other's guts. They both claimed to be better than the other, constantly fighting to be at the top of every class. That was until my dad saw her being bullied by some normies. He immediately interfered to protect her. He claims he never knew why, but Mom says he always had a crush on her. He didn't win that fight; it was six older, more muscular boys, but he did, in fact, win her heart. Not so bad, right? "Alright, enough about the past; we are here for our little girl!" he boomed, pulling me out of my thoughts.

As we approached the entrance, the scent of dampness permeated the air, mingling with the fragrance of decaying leaves and morning dew. The building seemed to grow larger, casting a foreboding shadow over us. While bringing a sense of enchantment and delicacy, the indigo ribbons defied the desolate atmosphere, seemingly frozen in time. I stopped observing the pile of unforgiving masonry as the feeling of dread returned. Almost as if something sinister resided within. This feeling is weird; almost like I've been here before, like Déjà-vu. It makes my skin itch like my Ebonhowl is clawing my insides to burst out and wreak havoc. My rampages are often violent, but the last time I acted on it, I almost killed my best friend as a puppy.

I will never unleash complete control of Ebonhowl. While in my head, I hadn't realized we had finally reached the entrance. Crossing the stone threshold, I stuffed my hands into my pockets. I could smell the hundreds of different species in the great hall. Werewolves and vampires are the most distinctive. As for the mix of others, I couldn't tell what they were. My mother, reading my mind, replied to my contorted expression. "There are many different species to haven't met." she laughed, ruffling my hair. Knowing I hated that, I brushed off that she messed with my hair. I shot her a cold look. She quickly whispered, "Sorry, I forgot," putting her hands behind her back and chuckling. It usually takes me an hour and a half alone to fix. After I finished scolding my mother, I finally observed my surroundings. High vaulted ceilings adorned with delicately painted designs riddled with cracks revealing stories lost to time.

A grand chandelier with bright crystals hung from the ceiling, casting a slightly brighter glow upon the typical dim scene. The light caught dust fragments, shimmering like ethereal particles suspended in the air. The walls themselves seemed to come alive in the lighting. It is adorned with tapestries depicting scenes from many of Edgar Allan Poe's poems and writings. Ribbions suspended from archways and windows, swaying slightly, hinting at a breeze. "So what do you think, hon?" my mother asked, putting a hand on my back. I simply pulled one hand out of my jacket pocket and scratched my neck.

"It's cool but foreboding, like eerie?" My father's hand lands on my shoulder. "That's Nevermore Academy for you; if your hair isn't standing up or gettin' goosebumps, then you're someplace else. We reached the registration table. "Well, Well, Well, if it isn't Lawrence and Nicole," an elderly woman chimed. She was dressed in typical secretary attire. A tailored charcoal gray skirt with a crisp white ruffled trim blouse was neatly tucked in. A burgundy silk scarf was loosely laying around her neck, adding a touch of color to her ensemble. Although the scarf looked like it was breathing. My eyes widened slightly as it flexed tighter around her neck.

"Miss Hildegard! You're still here! My father beams. "Yes, I am, but this is my last year with Nevermore. I'll be retiring," she replies while putting on a pair of black cat-eyed glasses. I had to admit the woman was the embodiment of professionalism, with her silver hair pulled back into a neat bun and a pair of pea stud earrings that glinted brightly in the light. She was flipping through her clipboard with a warm, business-like smile. Until she found what she was looking for. "Ah yes, Kenyara Blakesley Pollard. What a lovely name!" She broke her staring contest with the clipboard and landed her eyes on me. I copied her smile. "Thank You, Ma'am." She seemed surprised at my manners. "Cute and well-mannered, you'll fit quite nicely in Nevermore Academy." she smiled. "Nothing but well -manners, cuteness, and smarts with this one!" my mother kissed my cheek. I hid my face in my hands. "Mom!" The three laughed; I begged for the floor to swallow me whole.

While Miss Hildegarde and my parents continued the sign-in process and reminisced on the "old days." I turned to survey the attendees. They all had a sense of enigma about them; this was the first time I hadn't been exposed to different species like this. I went to a creature school, but it was mainly werewolves and a few vampires. The attendees seemed to hide behind masks of polite smiles, and conversations were collectively held in hushed tones.

The ambiance and unidentifiable smells made me feel like I was on another planet. "Kenny, can you come here, please?" I turned back, returning to the table, for I had mindlessly wandered away. "We need you to sign this, Ms. Pollard. It's to confirm that you have attended and automatically enter you in a chance to win some Nevermore School Spirit merchandise." I looked at my mother and father, sporting grins and holding their phones, ready for a picture. I smiled and chuckled at their antics. Putting pen to paper, swiftly signing my name. The flashes of my parent's phone went off. All signifying me signing my soul to Nevermore Adacemy.

[mamadarama]

same anon here to elaborate on some of the cats (and other pets) in the story:

every member of knights has a descendant of little john/nyaitsu. (only one i have details on atm: izuleo have a big fat cat named king richard who's dumb as rocks[though they both insist otherwise] and spoiled rotten. they didn't know it was a girl until after she was named that. later on they got another cat who they named maid marian before finding out that was a boy. their names have not been changed regardless)

shu adopted a Fancy Pedigree Sphinx (he makes it little sweaters/outfits to keep it warm). mika has a skrunkly black cat he found in a dumpster (alternatively, also thought it could be cool to give him one of those patchwork cats, where the pigmentation on their face is like. split down the middle yanno). anywho these cats are Bonded for Life

tetohina have a Stupid Male Orange Tabby. tetora thinks the cat is a Fierce Warrior while hinata calls it a stinky dum dum (affectionately)

kohiiai actually have three pets. first was the bunny, then the tarantula hiiro brought home a day later, then a while after that, kohaku found a stray kitten in an alleyway and brought it home (by this point hiiro has adjusted to the idea of domesticated pets, and it helps that the kitten was also on the streets [just like him ;;]) kohaku and the cat are both found regularly napping in weird locations (open to suggestions on cat breeds!! i keep going back and forth on what it should be,, i liked the idea of bingus, but also like the idea of fluffy,, currently tentatively thinking oriental long hair maybe? idk. kitten with ear too big for he gotdam head)

subaru (+the rest of trickstar by extension) has a direct descendant of daikichi

similarly, koga has at least one or two corgis, if not a direct descendant of leon. also probably like a bajillion foster dogs. hes using the rockstar money to care for as many dogs as possible

souma still has kamegorou. turtles live a long time,, (also maybe one or two horses as well)

given your Cat Knowledge, i'd love to hear your thoughts on these, or any other characters who you think should have cats! :3

Aaahh thats so cute . i can totally imagine leo having a cat named king richard thats just like that, if someone told me him and izumi have that exact cat back in italy i wouldnt even question it id just take it as fact

you could give kohaku a purebred, but it wouldnt be that realistic to do that. finding a purebred stray/feral at all, much less finding one alive, is so unlikely that the only thing keeping me from saying its impossible is my personal adversity to making absolute claims like that on the possibility of some bizarre freak situation. all strays and ferals are moggies/randombreds, any purebreds you see in shelters are animals surrendered by their owners (its rare, ive been rehabbing cats for 6-7 years now and its only happened 3 times)

however that doesnt mean you cant give him a unique cat !! mutations and weird patterns happen all the time in stray and feral populations . the bobtail gene is pretty common in japanese colonies (at least more common than it is in america) so you could give him a bobtail cat? i think a little high white calico bobtail would suit him :^)

but of course realism doesnt really matter too much, hell i have purebreds in catstars au and theyre all ferals

also hiiro would have either a tarantula or a stick bug or both. idk i can imagine him absolutely adoring stick and leaf bugs for how they look like sticks and leaves , he thinks its charming

depending on how far in the future were talking souma might still have saigoudon. souma grew up with him so its safe to assume theyre around the same age, meaning saigoudon is around 20 years old. horses can live up to 30 and occasionally even longer so theyve still got plenty time left together. if he moves out of his parents house maybe hed get his own horse though

the twins definitely have their own cats and tetora definitely tells young children that meet their cat that its part tiger.

SHU HAVING A HAIRLESS BREED IS SO REAL he would love having a pet he can make clothes for its too perfect . the split face marking youre talking about is most common in tortoiseshell cats , that would be perfect for mika :D

with daikichi and leon im almost certain theyre both fixed because koga and subaru are responsible dog owners but subaru would definitely stick with shibas . i can picture koga either with another corgi or adopting a shepard mix of some kind ..... when he retires hed probably start fostering dogs but until then hed probably be busy with life and stick with only one dog so he can devote all his attention to that one . fostering more than one or two dogs at a time is kind of a full time thing (believe me my step grandmother fosters dogs and owns 11) he definitely volunteers at some sort of animal place, either domestic or exotics or whatever he just loves animals in general (thinking abt the guinea pig card..... )

[actualbird]

yknow it is Very Important to me that of all the nxx boys, luke has the most Ordinary animal associated with his character. which, i know it varies sometimes for the boys, but Overall the Unique Key Character Animals (used for promo art, bday art) associated with each nxx boy are:

artem: lion. intense, impressive, imposing, and has an unmistakable presence.

vyn: snowy owl. elegant, wise, calculating, and brings an ethereal kind of aura.

marius: dragon. not even a real animal, a whole-ass mythical dragon. powerful, iconic, one of a kind, the stuff of legend.

luke: german shepherd. thats...just some dog.

Thats Just Some Dog! you'd sooner see a lion, snowy owl, and a dragon in a fairytale picture book than in real life. meanwhile, luke is just some dog. you could adopt him from a shelter.

of course, there are the Symbolisms of dogs that fit luke immensely; the fact that dogs are creatures of devotion and service, the fact that german shepherds in particular are mostly employed for rigorous kinds of service tasks and are associated with violence or seen as the archetypal "guard dog." and then even past the symbolisms, the Luke Dog in particular is a very skilled one.

but those are things that usually come After the first glance. in comparison to the others, thats Still Just Some Dog. it is so important to luke, as a character, that he first appears to be the most unspecialest everyguy u cld pluck off the side of the road

so like even in an au where all the nxx boys are pet animals like dogs or cats, luke Must be the most run-of-the-mill

artem, vyn, marius: rare or reputable breeds with pedigree or award winning lineage papers

luke: mutt from the street who slept under your porch because he loves you so much but will whine and whimper and cower when youre trying to lure him into the house to give him a dang bath. has gotten no shots.

[serpentface]

A braithuvi horse at rest under the close protection and watchful, scary, pale-eyed gaze of her herd's guardian, a dírgrahdain. Both are landraces developed within the Highlands. The ancestors of braithuvi (and other Highlands native horses) were brought overseas by the ancestors of the Hill Tribes, while the dogs were obtained from native livestock guardian landraces used by proto-Wardi tribes. Each have become distinct over their centuries of living in the Highlands, and dírgrahdain are have a particularly unique place in the cultural schema.

Braithuvi are a woolly horse breed (and one of many, wool horses are widespread, second only to camala in value for textiles) that are also somewhat specialized for milk production. Their meat is relatively poor (other horses are preferred), but they produce high yields of milk and thick, continuous growths of wool.

Horses are not as culturally significant as cattle to most in the Highlands, but are still highly valued animals that are critical to subsistence. Few plant-based textiles can be produced in the Highlands, and almost all in the region are made with braithuvi wool. They can eat a greater variety of forage than cattle, more efficiently converting energy intake from pastures into milk and wool. Their milk is considered to be the very best of all livestock, and is usually what is used to make the prized murre beverage.

Dogs have a very small specific place in the cultures of the Hill Tribes as utilitarian working animals (specifically for livestock and occasionally as home/village guardians), and rarely ever fill other functions. The practice of keeping dogs purely for companionship is virtually nonexistent (though affectionate bonds between people and their herding or household guard dogs will be fairly common), and their meat is considered worthless. Most dogs are not elevated within the cultural schema, and tend to be merely appreciated as useful, loyal animals. Livestock guardian dogs are an exception to this, and tend to be of more significant cultural import. They are animals that exist to protect the herds on which all subsistence depends, and thus have an elevated cultural status and roles in religion and folklore as uniquely protective entities.

Dírgrahdain are the key livestock guardian dogs in the region, and the only natively developed LGD. Their name means 'lion dog', both in reference to their maned appearance and their ability to fend off and even kill the largest of predators. The dogs are characterized by tall, long-legged builds, deep chests, a curly tail, thick hair (and a thicker winter coat), and a shaggy mane. Their bodies tend to be thinner and lankier than their fur coat suggests, but still well-muscled and powerful. Their coloration can vary wildly, but a black mask with a brown or reddish body like this is most typical. Unnerving, pale eyes are prized in these dogs, with the belief that they not only intimidate predators but are uniquely potent at fending off malicious spirits.

The dog's exclusive function is to protect livestock. They are used primarily for the defense of horses, which are small and very vulnerable to predators (lions, hyenas, king hyena, wild dogs, jackals, nechoi, and even eagles can be threats), though some dogs will usually be posted up with cattle herds to deter raiders.

Pups are most commonly born in the field among their herds. They will be carried in their master's coat while still nursing, but will be allowed to join their mother in her duties from the moment they are strong enough to follow. Dírgrahdain live with their herds day and night. Most will never see the inside of a home, and most seem to prefer it that way. They form close and protective bonds with their charges, and will thoroughly integrate themselves into the social fabric of the herd.

These dogs are not human-oriented, and will usually only form bonds with people that they have imprinted on as puppies (and will merely be cool and polite to those met later in life). They are highly aggressive towards strangers, and introductions must be done incrementally and with great care. This is desirable, as this trait makes them an excellent line of defense against livestock raids. Their loud, booming barks can alert of intruders from a great distance, and they can often successfully intimidate khait, causing some mounted raids to end in humiliating failure. Dírgrahdain are often killed in raids, either to fend off the attacking dog or to silence it before its master can be alerted. This is not outright dishonorable, but not something one will be commended for. Cattle raiding culture here values swiftness, stealth, and strategy- such smash and grab tactics are seen as brutish (and will often result in harsher retribution).

Like most LGDs, they primarily defend their herds by displays of aggression and power, using their loud bark, fearsome growl, and powerful bodies to chase and intimidate predators away without physical contact. Even so, it is necessary for all working dírgrahdain to be willing and able to physically confront predators when necessary. A well-trained, well-bonded dog will defend their herds with their very life, and is often effective in combat against even very large wild predators. Their dense ‘manes’ offer a degree of protection from wounds to the throat, and may be supplemented with spiked collars.

If a mother dog kills a predator, it is often customary to open the carcass and lead her puppies to feed on it. This is thought to teach the pups to be fearless against their enemies, and that they will grow up to be uniquely powerful and brave adults. Pups are given names upon reaching adult size, and ones who have consumed the flesh of predators will get unique names related to their mother's kill, or epithets as supplements to a given name (the exact details of this practice culturally varies). One might encounter dogs in the Highlands named things like Lionsbane, Hyena-killer, She Who Bites Jackals, Lion-Fed Shaggy (Lion-Fed being the honorable epithet, Shaggy being the dog's name, possibly given by a very small child)

The mere gaze of a dírgrahdain is said to fend off malicious spirits, and their thundering bark can scare away even the most dangerous of mountain devils. Their shed hair is needle felted into little dolls (usually into the form of dogs themselves) and placed into the cradles of infants and worn as charms by children to protect them from harm (both mundane and supernatural). Manes taken from dead dírgrahdain have uses among some of the Hill Tribes, and are typically only allowed to be used by their masters (unless recieved as a gift). The most prominent usages are being worn to fend off evil spirits and predators while traveling alone, and some traditions involve placing the manes around the necks or across the bellies of women in labor as a means of spiritual protection for mother and child during birth.

The Hill Tribes and Wardi both identify the same constellation along the ecliptic as a dog. In the case of the former, this stellar dog is identified as Mak-Urudain, a gigantic dírgrahdain with fur the color of flame and eyes as bright as stars, who is the eternal guardian of the Celestial Fields. He allows the souls of the worthy dead to pass into the afterlife and for esteemed ancestors to descend back to the land to guide the living, while preventing malicious spirits, devils, and the dishonored dead from entry.

One Bernike tale describes her attempting to fly into the Celestial Fields to steal the heavenly cattle who graze there. She took the form of a golden eagle, pretending to be an ancestor returning from a sojourn to the world of the living in order to get past the guardian hound. Mak-Urudain was not fooled for long, and led her on a long chase through the night sky before capturing her and hurling her out of the Celestial Fields.

She was never able to even touch the ground of the Fields (much less take any cattle), but had just enough time to take a single seed of heavenly grass in her beak. She returned to her mountain (missing most of her tail feathers and much of her pride) and planted the grass in her then-barren slopes. This is why the grass on Bernike's mountain is so tall and abundant and why cattle there grow so fat and healthy, like all cattle will in the afterlife. The howling winds heard from the mountaintops are playfully suggested to be the barks and howls of Mak-Urudain, calling down from the heavens to keep the witch grounded in the world of the living.

[kmahesh16]

The Most Expensive Dog in the World: A Look at the World’s Priciest Pooches

Dogs have long been cherished companions, but some breeds fetch staggering prices due to their rarity, pedigree, and unique characteristics. If you’re curious about the most expensive dog in the world, you’re in for a fascinating journey into luxury dog ownership.

What Is the Most Expensive Dog in the World?

The most expensive dog in the world is widely considered to be the Tibetan Mastiff. A Tibetan Mastiff named "Big Splash" made headlines when sold for a jaw-dropping $1.5 million. These majestic dogs are revered for their lion-like appearance, incredible size, and deep historical significance in Tibetan culture.

Why Are Tibetan Mastiffs So Expensive?

1. Rarity: Purebred Tibetan Mastiffs, especially those with authentic lineage, are hard to find.

2. Cultural Symbolism: In China, they are seen as status symbols and symbols of wealth.

3. Unique Features: Their thick, double coat and impressive size make them stand out as one of the most unique-looking breeds in the world.

Other Expensive Dog Breeds

While Tibetan Mastiffs hold the crown, several other breeds come with hefty price tags, often depending on pedigree and demand.

1. Samoyed

The Samoyed is known for its fluffy white coat and perpetual smile. Purebred Samoyeds can cost up to $14,000, making them one of the contenders for the most expensive dog breeds in the world.

2. Chow Chow

Originating from China, Chow Chows are adored for their lion-like mane and aloof temperament. They can cost up to $11,000.

3. Löwchen

The Löwchen, or "Little Lion Dog," is a rare breed from Europe that can cost upwards of $10,000. They are highly sought after for their affectionate nature and distinctive appearance.

4. English Bulldog

With their wrinkled faces and charming personalities, English Bulldogs can fetch prices between $5,000 and $9,000, especially if they come from champion bloodlines.

5. Canadian Eskimo Dog

This rare working dog from Canada can cost up to $8,000. Their dwindling numbers contribute significantly to their high price.

Factors Influencing the Cost of Expensive Dogs

1. Pedigree and Bloodline: Dogs from champion bloodlines command higher prices.

2. Rarity: Breeds with limited availability, like the Tibetan Mastiff or Löwchen, tend to be pricier.

3. Demand: Popularity in certain cultures or regions affects pricing significantly.

4. Breeder Reputation: Renowned breeders often charge more due to the quality and care they provide.

Owning the Most Expensive Dog: Is It Worth It?

While owning a dog like the Tibetan Mastiff is undoubtedly prestigious, it comes with responsibilities. These breeds often require specific care, diets, and living environments, which can add to the overall cost. However, for those who value exclusivity, owning one of the most expensive dog breeds in the world is a testament to luxury and dedication.

Conclusion

The title of the most expensive dog in the world goes to the Tibetan Mastiff, with its jaw-dropping price tag and unparalleled grandeur. However, several other breeds hold their own in the world of luxury pets. Whether for companionship, protection, or prestige, these dogs prove that their worth goes far beyond their price.

[the-real-chuuya]

Tibetan mastiffs are a big guardian dog breed! They are rare and ancient dating back thousands of years! There is very little known about them but we do know that for millennium they were guardians of the Himalayas. Some believe that visitors to tibet were gifted these dogs but it is unconfirmed!

(Old painting of a Tibetan mastiff)

Tibetan mastiffs are very unique in temperaturment! They dont need basic obidiance training and often dont care to do silly tricks or useful commands. They are very wary of strangers and dogs and dont often care to bond with anyone except their owners, though they are very rarely aggressive! It the event of an emergency or when you need a command they will usually go with instinct rather then obedience. They are often used as property protection or personal protection dogs for rich people as they dont do well in pet homes. They dont find joy is toys or tricks or food as they would rather go with instinct and guard their territory or handler!

In 2014 in china there was a "tibetan mastiff craze" whuch during a period of time people saw them as only for wealthy people and one was sold for 1.9 million. These "tibetan mastiffs" though were extremely over bred with exaggerating features and bred for looks over function. Their natural instincts were ruined causing many aggressive dogs. They were way to big causeing many many joint and bone issues and had alit of health issues. They couldn't move well and always had matted fur. Sadly they are still bred like that in china and other places but thats why its so important to do reasearch on a breed! Finding an ethical breeder that breeds to standard is very very necessary!

(Chinese "tibetan mastiff") (backyard bred)

They have many health issues common in large dog breed! health conditions such as elbow and hip dysplasia, hypothyroidism, and eye anomalies including entropion and ectropion. Seizures have been reported but not often. Their grooming is also very very difficult because of their thick wooly double coat that is used to keep them warm in the freezing climates if the Himalayan mountins! Monthly professional grooming and yearly vet visits are a necessity for this breed!

(Akc standard for tibetan mastiffs)

They need daily moderate exercise as they are still a working breed. They need a job to have such as guarding the yard or being a personal protection. They will not do well in a calm family environment. They can do great in family homes but need a job such as guarding kids when their outside or keeping eye on and around the house. They should never be in an apartment without a good space to get exercise or work well. The health issues can be avoided if the breeder does proper health testing but they should always still get tested yearly to prevent them.

JESUS YOUR YAPPING IS CRAZY