You really need a strong bond of trust to raise a Big dog. Odin likes to play a game with me when I get the leash, where he tries to prevent me actually getting it on until he concedes he’s cornered (or I get serious about there being no time for games).

And I realize it must look, to someone else, like he’s trying to bite my hand off! But he’s not. He’s making a play-gesture that doesn’t hurt at all. And I have complete trust in him when he “snaps” at my hand that we’re playing a game and it’s never his intent to hurt me.

(Okay yes there’s a tooth-hole in my sleeve, but he was a puppy when he did that.)

(And if you’re worried about hypotheticals… he doesn’t play this way with randos. Odin understands he can play rough with mommy and daddy but not people outside the house)

@0xabad1dea

lol yeah, the face, ears, tail, and the downright prancing body language are all saying "play" there and that's absolutely adorable.

@munin I didn’t anticipate how often people would jump to the conclusion my dog is aggressive because he’s big while ignoring every single emotional signal he’s giving off of adoring them and wanting to love them forever
@0xabad1dea @munin I don't think most people are good at reading body language in general...

@0xabad1dea @munin I had a chow mix, named Mojo, who was the sweetest to my immediate family members, and a few disparate friends that he decided to like over the years, but to everyone else was the most vicious and terrifying animal they’d ever seen.

He never hurt anyone with the exception of I think two different times when he “bit” people on the bum. Witnessed, both times it was a very slow and deliberate pinch when they weren’t looking (never any damage caused, more just scaring people that were already scared of him).

He loved being scary, my favourite was teasing him for how dainty his feet were and he would growl and “attack me” and chew on my arm, “corncobbing”, the net result being I would get covered in dog slobber, he never hurt me. Not once, not even a little bit.

But man, no one outside of our family wanted to be alone with him. He would seem totally fine but if one of us left the room he would stare them down and growl.

There were friends and extended family that knew what he was like… my gramma being one of them and she’d just make fun of him and tell him to knock it off.

He was a “home pup” his whole life, so not really socialized beyond that. We grew up in a somewhat remote area and had a big yard. So never really took him for walks or anything. He just defended his turf and hung out with the other critters. I can’t imagine what that would have been like if we’d had deal with him around random dogs and strangers.

I miss him and think about him a lot. He lived to be like 16 I think. We live in a very urban area now and I would love a dog but can’t really handle the effort to train, socialize, and care for them.

BTW, I love Odin. I’m pretty sure I started following you initially because of your posts about him. What a sweet baby.

@0xabad1dea

yeah, alas, 'big' tends to override a lot of thinking for people generally.