#blue mastiff

[sayhowdycountrycritters]

Atlas got a new friend and playmate for Christmas! Welcome fifteen month old Border Collie, Ullr, to our family.

[dogfancier]

Ch Lord of the Manor, english mastiff, 1910

[genderselkies]

a-spec dog pride icons

anstethic french bulldog, aqueerplatonic irish setter, aplatonicspec pekingese

acespec norweigan lundehunde, arospec giant schnauzer

asocial dutch shepherd, aspec neopolitain mastiff, and asensualspec australian cattle dog

[scruffydogposting]

A puppy for your Friday

[brainrockets]

It's a Royal Blue Mastiff. Show dog lines. What a pedigree.

André des Gachons (1871-1951), ''Le Livre de Legendes'', 1895 Source

[kittykat3801]

BREED SPECIFIC LEGISLATION STUDY

UK CASE STUDIES NEEDED

I am doing a study on Breed Specific Legislation in the UK. I am looking for case studies. If you live in the UK, & have owned any of the breeds listed below or have had any experience with BSL, please DM me on here or email me at: JadeSirmon3801@gmail.com

Breeds I am looking for case studies on:

Banned Breeds:

- Dogo Argentino

- American Pit Bull Terrier

- Japanese Tosa

- Fila Brasiliero

- XL Bully

Other "Bully" Breeds:

- Staffordshire Bull Terrier

- American Bulldog

- Cane Corso

- Bull/English Mastiff

- Any bully type crossbreed

[bell-swamp-fitzjames]

noooo we are back to mountain goats

[stolenproperty150]

#Horus

[4xplay-or-2not]

Cane Corso Feeding Costs Raw Diet - Kibble - Pre-Made Raw

[deunmiu-dessie]

(unedited) john price knew he would marry you the first time he saw you.

john price met you in the rain.

the memory of the encounter remains etched in his mind like a timeless portrait. as the years pass and his recollections fade, the moment of your first meeting remains vivid and unblemished.

the sky, a somber shade of ashen blue, was adorned with brooding clouds of a dark and furious pearl grey. thunder roared in the distance, while lightning ominously streaked across the sky. the rain, a gentle drizzle, tapped rhythmically on his freshly trimmed lawn and his parked truck. seated on his porch, cradling a cup of tea, john's loyal english mastiff, simply known as 'dog', slumbered beneath his chair.

he'd only had a few more days left until he was back in the field, and despite having needed a couple of days to rest, john was ready to get back to the familiarity of work- especially when there wasn't anyone waiting for him when he got home. ( well, besides 'dog' )

john had always been content with his own company, finding relief in the quiet moments spent with his loyal dog. the peacefulness that came with his aloneness had become a sanctuary, a place where he could escape from the disorder of the world and his position; and find solace in his thoughts. but as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months and then further, john's heart began to yearn for something more.

the familiarity of being alone, once a source of comfort, now felt like a hefty weight on his shoulders. the emptiness that had once brought him peace now seemed suffocating, as if the walls of his home were closing in on him. he craved for a wife who would eagerly anticipate his return home from his weeks away, someone to hold close and shower with affection.

the stillness that had once brought him solace now echoed with a deep longing for intimacy. the sound of his footsteps seemed hollow, and the absence of life within the house filled the empty spaces of his home with a haunting void. john couldn't help but yearn for the day when his despondent home would be replaced with the joy of shared moments and the love of another.

he craved for the warmth of another's touch, the feeling of intertwined fingers and loving touches. he craved the sound of laughter filling the air, the kind that could only come from shared jokes and inside stories. john imagined the simple pleasures of cooking together, of sharing meals and conversations that stretched long into the night.

and despite himself, despite not wanting to feel anything. his heart ached for the intimacy of whispered secrets and stolen kisses, for the comfort of knowing that someone was there to catch him when he stumbled, unconditionally. he yearned for the simple pleasure of waking up next to someone, their presence a constant reminder that he was not alone anymore.

john price, for the first time in what felt like decades; craved for something more.

john's focus is abruptly interrupted by a thunderous slam, causing his weary eyes to shift from his tepid cup of tea. his piercing blue gaze fixates on the source of the commotion across the street. as he observes, his attention is captivated by you, and while being lost in his own melancholic thoughts, he realizes that the rain has intensified, pouring down relentlessly.

there you stand on your porch, engaged in a heated argument with a man. your gestures are animated, your lips downturned in a pained frown, and your brows knitted together in irritation.

the rain's melody drowns out all other sounds, leaving john in a world of silence from the conversation. yet, even amidst this deafening quiet, he cannot tear his gaze away from you, your eyes widening in disbelief as the man retreats into the house, slamming the door shut. price watches as you fish out a pair of car keys from your pocket, walking briskly down the porch stairs and to a car that sits in the driveway. you're immediately drenched in rain from head to toe and john finds that you still look breathtaking regardless.

inexplicably, the two of you lock eyes, and your lips pull into a thin line, your words barely audible over the pouring rain but he catches them nonetheless. "what the hell are you lookin' at?!" then you slip into the car and speed down the street before he can even process what he's heard. slowly a smirk pulls at his lips, the crowsfeet around his eyes deepening.

john price, wanted you.

[satoshy12]

Protect Mom looks funny when you are barely going to her knee.

It was a known fact that Phantom fought Plasmius in a way to make him leave his mom alone. It was known to the other Heroes, the Villains and even the Civillians. (DC or Marvel or other Cartoon) Don't ask why?

They are themselves unsure how that works, but it was cute how the tiny hero wanted to defend his mom from the villain. So imagine their surprise as they saw his mom! - A massive woman with blue skin, red eyes, and pinkish purple hair that seemed to resemble fire. With four arms with a long spear which was held in both of her right arms. She wore a Amazoness Armor. And as they saw Pandora, all bets were gone. Who is Phantom trying to protect!? It looked like a tiny Chihuahua was trying to protect a Mastiff against a Shepherd Dog. Phantom you barely got to her knees!!! + And yes Vlad is trying to date Pandora and Maddie! At least Maddie not that much anymore. Now much more it's Pandora, and danny won't let him do it! You won't date my Ghost adopted Mom!!

+ Flash:" To think he is trying to protect that Amazon from the Vampire." Diana:" So what? My Amazon sister raised my Nephew very well." Diana saw she was a amazon = Phantom is a nephew of her.

++ Tony:" I don't think she needs protection." Peter:" I would have done the same..." Thor nodded his head he gave the young Einherjar Mjolnir to defend his mother.

[kiturnix]

last month I drew a bunch of ffxiv guys as dogs (and my own wols in there too) and people liked them :)

(edit: my wols are the blue tibetan mastiff (white claws, femroe drg/drk) and the corgi (nyah tia, catboy nin/brd)!! they are my beloved babies)

[princepotionsss]

poly! tf141 hybrids x reader au 2/?

WARNINGS: language, brief (not descriptive) SA , reader is afab

(Pls be nice I’m not very good at writing, not proofread)

It has been six months since you got your first hybrid, a mastiff named John Price. The two of you were inseparable. Everything was perfect. You didn’t think about getting another hybrid because why? Your hybrid was everything you ever needed, John was everything you ever needed.

That was until you were coming home late from a friend’s birthday party in the city and had to park two blocks away from the restaurant. You insisted to John that he needn’t come, that you’d be fine. You were a big girl who never had any problems before. So you went alone.

Walking the cold streets of the city at night felt like an adventure you never really went on. Distant sound of cars honking and laughter could be heard. Saying goodbye to your friends you left the restaurant and headed towards your car which was parked on a side street so blocks away. Not terrible but could be better.

As you walked the streets got quieter and a bit more sketchy. Building lights flickered and the street just felt eerie. Coming upon an alley a group of men who were standing around smoking a cigarette eyed you. Slightly panicked you started to walk faster because you were so close to your car, you could see it!

Too afraid to look back you kept your eyes ahead and your pace fast until you felt a cold arm grab you. Yanked into the alley you were now surrounded by three strange men who all smelled like cat piss and smoke.

You tried to push away only to find yourself being pushed hard against the dirty brick wall, your white petty coat now ruined.

Your hands are held down as you feel a hand snake to your thigh and the now regretful short skirt that John picked out for you. John! You thought about your hybrid and how you needed him.

Crying out you yell for help. Tears prick your eyes as a dirty hand clamps over your mouth as the men yell and more hands roam your body.

Muffled cries and thrashing came but you were stuck in place against your will. Suddenly a giant crash came from deeper in the alley and a figure stalked its way up. It was a hybrid, a German shepherd to be exact. The hybrid wore a skull ski mask and had tattered clothes. The hybrid was covered in tattoos and dirty.

“Get off her.” The hybrid growled in a deep gruff British accent. The men laughed and told him to fuck off. Your cries still muffled by the hand over your mouth. Your lipstick was definitely now smeared even though that was the least of your current problems.

The hybrid growled and grabbed the men attacking them like a wild animal. You fell to the grown crying holding your self tightly. The three men ran out of the alley to get away leaving you and the animalistic raged hybrid.

The hybrid stopped growling and sighed before walking over to you. You sat on the ground crying and now shaking. Your fingers gripped your skirt trying to keep it down.

The hybrid gently grabbed your arm and hoisted you to your feet “you alright?” The thick gruff accent asked you making you feel small. You glanced up at him, the ski mask with a skull on it covering his face still but blood seeped through it and down his neck.

“You’re bleeding.” Is all you mumbled out shaking. The German Shepard hybrid scoffed and wiped his face with the hand of hand. “Not mine.” His blue eyes looked deeply into yours, the harshness had gone but still it was unsettling to be so close.

“Now where you heading?” He asked gruff as ever, his tone almost alluding to being annoyed.

“M-my car, the black one.” You shakily pointed to the back suv just up the street. The hybrid nodded and led you to the car his grip on your arm not harsh but not letting go. The hybrids ears were on point alert and his tail was dangling in between his legs as he walked next to you. The fluffy pointed ears twitched at every sound, his piercing blue eyes scanned the area for any danger.

As you got to your car you pulled your keys out of your pocket and unlocked the suv.

Bright lights and an unlocking sound were heard as the scary looking hybrid opened your car door for you.

You went to get in but paused. Your eyes scanned him. He was tall, scary and still had blood seeping from his mask down his neck. His clothes were tattered and dirty along with his tattooed covered arms.

“Get in little bird.” He huffed annoyed but you didn’t listen. Your heart was beating a mile a minute and guilt was seeping in. You couldn’t just leave him.

“What about you?” You ask in a soft quiet voice, not wanting to upset the hybrid. He looked down and his ears flickered an emotion you couldn’t read. His blue eyes stared deeply at you.

“Where will you go? Those guys could report you and-“ you started to ramble “just get in the fucking car.” He swore his eyes almost testing your sincerity.

“No!” You said a bit louder. “You, I’m not leaving you on the streets to get caught and euthanized.” You crossed your arms firmly. The hybrids ears dickered flat for a second before he let out a deep growl. “You have another hybrid, I can smell him.” He started to argue. “So? He won’t mind, get in my car. Your death would be on me.” You say firmly but your voice low. The guilt had already set in.

You could imagine hybrid control grabbing him and him fighting back but sadly losing. Then being euthanized for being aggressive. The thought sent a chill down your spine.

The hybrid growled but went around an got in the car. His ears were pinned flat annoyed and on edge as he stared at you to get in the car.

“Let’s bloody go then little bird.” He scoffed.

It was a miracle you both made it to your house in one piece the way you were driving. The adrenaline finally wore off and you were exhausted. You felt dirty and wanted nothing more to go shower and curl up into John’s arms.

Pulling into your driveway you hear the hybrid next to you release a sigh “thank fuck.” You hear him mutter aggravated. If you weren’t shaky you would have laughed. You got out of the car slightly stumbling and you call for John. His name escapes your lips in a small cry.

You walk to the house the other hybrid walking behind you. “John!” You cry out again and you try and unlock the door. The door opens before you can finish and John steps out into the cold night encapsulating you into his arms . His eyes are trained on the hybrid behind you, his tail and ears on guard.

You crumple into his arms crying as you retell what happened “and I couldn’t let him die!” You dramatically sob into your hybrids chest as his large hands just rub your back and shoulders. “Sweetheart he wouldn’t have died.” John say gruffly taking in the homeless hybrid who was caked in dry blood.

“I wasn’t going to fight her.” Is all the other hybrid said with a scoff. You ignored both in your shaking “you don’t know that!” You pout with tears.

“Alright alright.” John sighed in a low deep tone as he gently wiped your tears. “He can stay the bloody night.”

The two hybrids stared at each other as you took a deep breath trying to calm down.

“What’s your name?” You hiccup as you walk into the house, the two hybrids following you. The new hybrid stood hesitant and alert in the doorway as the door was closed.

“Ghost.” The hybrid said on defense. You sniffled as you nodded. You told him your name. “And this is John.” You introduce your hybrid to the wild one.

The two just looked at each other having a silent conversation. The silence was eerie and uncomfortable. You cleared your throat. “Go get him clothes sweetheart, I’ll show him to the guest room.” John instructed and you nodded.

As you returned from upstairs with a pair of fresh clothes for Ghost you gently handed them to him. Johnny stood next to you watching intensely.

Ghost grabbed the clothes and retreated into the guest room closing it without even a thank you. You twiddled nervously and looked up to John who just scoffed rolling his eyes as his hands found your waist.

“Come let’s get you a bath yeah?” John guided you to your shared bathroom.

What an insane night.

[evilminji]

Was Krypto Jor-El's dog? Or did their family have another pet?

Because think about it. Thanks to Cujo, we KNOW animals with unfinished business or strong attachments stay behind. We ALSO know from nigh COUNTLESS videos on the internet that pets get REALLY attached to pregnant moms and by extention, the new pack members.

Krpton was an Alien planet. Just because SOME of the animals there looked similar to earth animals, doesn't mean ALL of them do. Nor does it mean they ONLY domesticated dog like creatures or cat like creatures. They could have anything from vaguely bear-like to fox-ish to small moose but with more teeth.

It was a completely different ecology.

And Jor-El? Him and his wife had a CHOICE to make. They had A pod. Singular. Tiny. Not a ship, not an escape pod, not even a refurbished shipping container. Just a pod with life support and all the information about Krypton they could fit. A guidance system that, gods willing, would see their son to a safe and sympathetic planet to be raised by kind people.

THEY couldn't even fit.

How in the gods name would a large pet? Even a mid sized pet. Let us assume, for this prompt, that being scientists of high position? Pays or allocates pretty well. They have the room. The resources. When they got married, Jor-El's wife REALLY wanted a cub or pup or what have you, of some large-ish animal breed.

The equivalent of an earth mastiff dog. Just an Absolute UNIT. Used to be gaurds and working beasts, now more athletic pets then anything. Known to be great protecters of Their People.

And well... Jor-El WAS already starting to notice some things that were making him Less Than Popular... probably nothing (he had naively hoped, at the time.) But better to have a Just In Case. Sure, honey. Let's get one!

And they LOVED Snookums.

Snookums ADORED them AND the baby! Kal-El basically NEVER left Snookums sight. He slept beneath Kal's crib. Followed them everywhere they went, when they were holding Kal. Planted himself like Kal's Sworn Protector as the baby drooled all over his fur. It was the cutest thing EVER.

But then?

No. Dear Gods No. Please... Please let him be wrong!

He's not. He never is. He is too careful with his calculations. To the point of near paranoia. Maybe they can stop it. If they DO something. Act IMMEDIATELY...

But...

Well, we all now how that story ends. Two people, standing on a launch pad, tears streaming down their smiling faces, trying to memorize the last moment they'll ever see their son. Praying this will be ENOUGH.

That they aren't trading one terrible death for another.

Watching their son disappear into the sky. Flying home as the ground groan as shakes, trees toppling and people screaming. Panicking. Dying pointless deaths that could have been stopped.

Walking into the home that should have been where they spent their whole live. Where, in a way, they WILL.

Knowing they won't grow old.

Sitting on the floor with their confused, frantic, pet as fire starts to light up the horizon. As the ground shakes violently on last, terrible time. Knowing the lethal heat will hit them before their ears ever register the sound.

It's Over.

But! Where is Snookum's Baby Kal!?

They are scared, confused, and everything is LOUD AND RUMBLY. Very Bad. Don't like that. Their ADULTS come back home. BUT NOT THEIR BABY. Where is Baby Kal?! Snookums is a GOOD Boy and a GREAT Protector. It is in his blood.

Something BAD is happening.

Has? Happened?

Everything is GREEN.

But that does not MATTER. Snookums can not REST. Can not stay here! They must Sniff and search and hunt! Look for Kal! Who is SMALL and needs to be protected! What if he is HURT? How will he SLEEP!? With no Snookums to cuddle for nap time!?

But the universe is large. And there is no smell in space. (Well, there ARE. But they are Stinky Gasses and those do not help Snookums.) So it takes lots and lots of time. Until! He meets a glowing blue dog!

A hopeful corgi? What is a corgi? Irrelevant! The hopeful one knows of Snookums' Kal! Oh, thank you small friend! You indeed DO give hope! We shall go at once and Kal shall be safe and with family once more!

Meanwhile? Danny? Wakes up to a sticky note on his forehead from Clockwork. "Bring Cujo with you to meet the Justic League"? What? WHY? He loves the pup, but Cujo has never behaved himself in a formal setting ONCE in his doggy LIFE. Danny is trying to make a good first impression!

But... Clockwork doesn't Post-It lightly...

Guess he's breaking out the doggy bow ties. Great. Wonder what THIS is about...

Four and a half hours later? Watching Cujo playfully wrestle with the ghost of what HAS to be a Kryptonian... gonna saaaaay.... Bear-fox? Which nearly TACKLED Superman, freaked the ENTIRE Justice League out, and nearly got him STABBED by Etrigon. Yeah. That was a good call.

Congratulations on your new ghost pet, Superman. No, he's not leaving. It just kinda happens sometimes. It's how Danny got Cujo. Wanna do pet playdates?

@hdgnj @ailithnight @mutable-manifestation @dcxdpdabbles @nerdpoe

[dragqueenstarscream]

i had a few breed ideas for the autodogs, so here's where i'm throwing ideas at a wall until i find something that sticks. subject to change if i come up with something better

optimus - german shepherd/mastiff mix. he's all grizzled and scarred from his time living on the street. of all the animals at the shelter, he's been there the longest. his scars and intimidating demeanor have led to him getting passed over for adoption by most people.

ratchet - brittany spaniel. dumped on the street as a puppy, he knew optimus when the two of them were street dogs. he's one of the oldest dogs at the shelter, save for possibly optimus.

bumblebee - greyhound. an ex racing dog, he broke his leg after taking a nasty tumble. thankfully, he's mostly healed, but he was tossed in the shelter as a result of his injury. he's strongly attached to raf, one of the shelter volunteers.

arcee - either a bluetick coonhound or a blue weimaraner. haven't decided on that yet. she and cliffjumper were owned by the same people before they were dropped off at the shelter together. she's pretty cold towards humans, with jack being the only human she respects.

bulkhead - american bulldog. as mean as his beaten up mug might look, he's a big teddy bear. he and wheeljack knew each other in dog fighting rings before they were both taken to the shelter. he's especially protective over another volunteer, miko.

cliffjumper - redbone coonhound. a former hunting dog, he and arcee were given up when their owners had to move across the country. he left arcee his favorite chew toy, a squeaky stuffed bull, when he got adopted.

wheeljack - akita/pit bull mix. initially forced to fight in dog fighting rings, he managed to escape and live on the street before he got taken by animal control. he's an escape artist and keeps breaking out of the shelter, only to get caught and brought right back in.

smokescreen - border collie. he's the newest arrival to the shelter. despite coming from a very bad home, he's surprisingly friendly and eager to please. he quickly got attached to optimus and doesn't like to leave his side.

[vomitspit2]

thinking about you and floyd getting a dog after graduating night raven college. sure, you two have grim but grim’s more like a roommate that skimps out on rent. so you two start looking for a dog through adoption centers.

you two go through a couple of breeds. floyd’s insistent on a puppy that is going to grow big; you don’t mind as long as the dog isn’t going to shed.

an alaskan malamute would shed too much, english mastiff maybbbe, you two consider a doberman and a cane corso too. then, at another one of your weekly visits to the local shelter, there’s a new puppy brought in, kept behind the biggest glass cage in the shelter.

great dane. seven weeks old, coming soon. birthday: Mar 13. name: Moose.

“cool name,” floyd comments while looking down at the dog who is solely entertained by the bone in his mouth. kneeling down, he taps the glass, “hey moose, ya got a good name there, buddy.”

the dog finally turns away from his bone, looking up at whoever is tapping the glass. floyd’s lazy smile kinda plummets off his face. curious, you peer down.

moose — cool named moose — has a blue and brown eye. you would almost misinterpret the blue as being a blind eye but no, that’s just pure heterochromia.

when floyd looks back up at you, smiling wide, you know you are walking out of there with less money than you walked in with.

“shouldn’t we have waited till he was eight weeks old? just to play with him in the play-pens and make sure we get along with him.”

“nah,” floyd says, flipping in his hand the confirmation slip that you two get to pick moose in a week. “we’d get along.”

“hah, and i tricked myself into believing this wouldn’t be a spontaneous decision.”

you are suddenly pulled into a side hug and kissed on the head, “yeah, you’re really dumb for that, shrimpy.”

so, in a week, moose comes home. floyd is loving every second of being a dog dad.

you have the apartment pup-proof which proves pointlessly when the very big puppy you two adopted manages to knock down any obstacles. it’s like having a tiny horse in the house!

yet, in a month, you have managed to organize yourself to accommodate a puppy with floyd’s help. moose does a really good job at keeping floyd in a constant good mood. a dog is always happy to see its owner, and that infectious happiness brings a dumb grin to floyd’s face without fail. and! you don’t even have to worry about exercising the dog, floyd has a big handle on it.

at nights, your 170 pound eel and 45 pound — and growing — moose falls into bed with you. kissed by your bf and licked by your dog. life is wonderful and full of bliss.

(life gets more wonderful when jade and azul visit because floyd is set on making sure moose is well socialized. and coincidentally, floyd just happens to have bought a new toy for moose — a blue octopus with purple tentacles.

moose is about eleven months old now and still very energetic which means he loves to rip up stuff. floyd lost one pair of shoes to moose and you haven't seen your boyfriend so stern towards your dog until then. you two have managed to trained him to only rip up toys now, nothing else.

so, as you are catching up with your friends, drinking tea jade has made, you are startled when a blue something is launched into azul’s lap.

“moose, toy!”

you watch sixty pounds of dog follow the toy’s crashing descent and jump into azul’s lap. then, leaping from loveseat to couch, starts tearing up the toy so fiercely that tentacles and stuffing starts to fly.

“i knew you didn’t buy that toy for pure purposes,” you scold as floyd laughs his heart out.

the rest of the night, you watch azul’s legs lift off the ground whenever moose happens to trot back and forth, following floyd’s every movement - kitchen to living room.)

//inspired by the fact my local shelter does actually have a dog with heterochromia and my own dog does have an octopus squeak toy <3