Isn’t it amazing how our pets always know what we are feeling?
My male English Mastiff just came up to me and wanted some pets (he doesn’t kiss though). So, I petted him. It’s like he knew that his Mommy was dealing with some things and wasn’t in the best of moods and needed some love.
The thing about my male mastiff is that no other family would take him. He’s almost 200 pounds, scared of people (we think he was beaten as a puppy), and in his old age, not favorable to other dogs. He slobs, drools, sheds like no tomorrow, and in general takes up a lot of space. Yet, he’s loved in this house, especially by my kids. He belongs here and even though I sometimes complain about how much trouble he is, no one wants him gone.
His undying devotion and love is proof that he is worth it. I have no doubt he’d die to protect his family. His love is unconditional, even when Mommy accidentally slammed the door on his tail. He’s always there when you need him.
The same goes for my female mastiff. She’s the lover in the family. She kisses and likes other people. But she’s old too and spends a lot of time on our bed. Yet, when my son curls up with her at night, we can’t imagine our lives without her. Despite the fact we now like in an apartment where I have to pick up their poops and have no dog door so I have to take them out myself, I do it willingly for all they do for me and my family.
Aren’t pets the greatest?