My name is Czernobog!

Czernobog (pronounced zer-nuh-bog) is a distinguished older gentleman whom I've had since he was a puppy. He just turned 10, and my heart is breaking at having to give him up, but I have to move back in with my mother to help care for my sister, who is afraid of dogs. He's the most gentle giant ever, except that he does occasionally jump up when he meets new people. He's about 85lbs, and while I was only told he was a pitbull, I believe he's got some mastiff in him to explain his height and weight, and overall shape. He's a sweet boy, but he's not afraid to let you know when he wants something. He's devised a "dinner bell" to remind me when it's time to feed him - he nudges a drop leaf on my kitchen island so that it knocks against the island. He comes and gets me when he thinks it's time for us to go to bed, too. He's my nanny dog, and the spokesperson for my other two dogs. He makes Chewbacca noises. He's a little afraid of cats. He won't hurt them or anything, he just stays away.