This is Ogma (Og for short), and he is a Dogue de Bordeaux, also known as a French mastiff. I wasn't supposed to have him in the first place but I'm sure glad I ended up with him. He's been like a child to me, my best friend, my confidant, and my protector.
He's come a long way from when I first got him, physically and mentally. The once awkward, ill-mannered, destructive, shy, gangly one-year-old pup has grown into a fine dog. The first few months were the hardest, with his urge to chew and eat things he shouldn't (shoes, wii-mote, remote, computer mouse, cell phone...etc), along with the usual puppy problems. He's grown now and I wouldn't trade him for the world. He has a great personality, pretty silly at times, very playful, he loves cuddles and to sit on people. He has to most expressive brows I have ever seen in a dog. Even though he drools excessively (I've slipped and fallen in it), he snores like a motorcycle, bulldozes right through me, steps on my feet, and completely manipulates me to get whatever he wants ... I love him with all my heart.