Over the weekend I visited my wife’s uncle, an old cowherd, to whom I gave my Bullmastiff many years back as his own dog had died. My Bullmastiff, Veles, named after the ancient Slavic god – the one to whom I feel the closest – is an old boy now but still acts like a puppy when I occasionally visit. He’s slow and rheumatic as he’s 8 years old but he still guards his yard ferociously and is still soft with those in his clan. Superb dog. I wish he’d had pups.