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Why did you choose a Mastiff and your particuar breed of Mastiff?

Mooshi's Mummy

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I have recently had a conversation with a young person (18-21) about my dogs. This person was telling me how they wanted a Mastiff (a BM or CC) and one of the reasons is because they want a dog that will protect them, that is aggressive, or looks aggressive and that looks intimidating and is a guarding type dog. These are not my words, but theirs verbatim. As you can imagine I had a few things to say about 1. owning a Mastiff at such a young age with their whole lives ahead of them and the responsibility that comes with being responsible for a life. and 2. their particular reasons for wanting to own one of our beloved Mastiffs. Which has lead me to think...why did you choose a Mastiff? Why did you choose your particular breed of Mastiff? How has your Mastiff changed your life and what would you say are the good and bad points about owning a Mastiff breed?
 

musicdeb

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I rescued Titan because I knew the guy (Army soldier who didn't want the pup any longer and wanted to take him to the shelter).

I guess in a way, Titan and I chose each other.

The good points: Titan is loyal, loving and a goober (makes me laugh).
The bad points: Titan is very high maintenance. We're still working on his fear of men (the previous owner would hit him when he did not mind him). :(

I'll finish with this: I cannot imagine my life without Titan in it.
 

Rugers-Kris

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I had always admired English Mastiff's, the history, the look, the size and the temperment (The old temperment, not the one of today) but had always had APBT's. Several years ago (More like 12) I lost my boy Duke......I was so in love with him. Duke was special. I have always loved allof my dogs but Duke was truly my best friend. Anyway, he was 15 years old when he passed and I decided than that I would NEVER own another dog. I was so heart broken...just devastated. Anyway, through the years I thought about getting another but just couldn't get passed losing Duke. I decided, if I could ever convince myself to get another, I would go with my other dream breed....The English Mastiff. In the last year before I got Ruger, I thought about getting a puppy so many times but always talked myself out of it. One weekend, I just couldn't shake the thought anymore so I started perusing the internet for available puppies and there he was (Amongst a litter of 10) in Alabama (5 1/2 hours away) and I knew I had to have that little guy. I know, no research, BYB and all of that but I wouldn't change it for anything. If Ruger ended up with major, costly problems, I would do whatever needed to be done to make him better. I drove to get him and we bonded instantly. I belonged to him and he belonged to me. I hadn't realized how my life had become to boring and dreary until I brought him home. He brought life back into my life.......He "woke" me up and I will always owe him. My life changed completely the very moment I pick that little shit covered guy up! :) He is 16 months old now and he is still my very best friend. I consider him in all things (I am the crazy dog lady) and spend the majority of my time with him as he goes to work with me and I rarely go places that I can't take him with me.

For me, considering all of the negatives and positives that come with owning a mastiff........There are no bad points. There are things that I would tell someone considering a mastiff for the first time. Responsibility, cost, slobber, health issues and so on but for me...........It is all good! :)
 

NeSaxena

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Because I fell in love with him! I will admit, the breed wasn't something that I thought about too deeply, considering most of what I've learnt about mastiffs, I've learnt here.

BUT the look on his face - his yearning to get out of that hellhole.. was enough for me. I didn't care what the cost would be, I've given up loads to have him in my life, and I wouldn't change a thing! Like Kris said, the responsibility, cost, health issues whatever, I will do whatever it takes to make sure that the rest of his life isn't even remotely close to the first month of agony.
 

Mooshi's Mummy

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Ladies both your stories made my heart smile. And I am glad that you have both mentioned bad points, cost and fears. Sometimes we only see the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow but don't think about the long hard journey that can happen along the way. For me I always had a love of Akita's so when Bear had been looking for his 4th home at 3 months of age I knew he was meant to be mine...even if he has turned in to a daddies dog! Mooshi was my husbands choice, he always wanted a TM, and she has become mummies baby. The bad points about a TM are the BARKING, we had a fox in the garden last night and she was going NUTS. The good points are their undying love and loyalty, I know Mooshi loves me, she is my heart and I am hers. As for vets bills well they came thick and fast with Bear his first year of life, thankfully he now seems fit and very healthy!
 

BlackShadowCaneCorso

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I have always been drawn to working breeds (despite growing up in a hunting household) so my initial breed was the rottie. And don't get me wrong I love my rotties but while in a store a couple years ago now ;) I found a dogs in USA magazine and was casually flipping through when I stumbled on a picture of a Cane Corso and I remember the feeling I got from seeing the picture. The goose bumps from such a regal and noble looking breed. They just looked so majestic and above it all. I bought the magazine to take home to Scott which he promptly told me no more dogs until the rotties had passed (silly man :p ) That's when the research began and I looked at breeders and dogs and joined forums asking for people's referrals on breeders, but think it was another year before I found Marneo at my breeders and that was it! I was hooked and talking to the breeder about planned breedings and who/where/when/why and the following summer Hemi arrived :)

While I had rotties in the past and thought I had enough experience to take on a corso nothing prepared me for Hemi :) and I mean that is the best possible way as she is the most steady, stable girl you can imagine but she is stubborn and pushy and arrogant and willing to take all comers on which can be a pain in the ass when you think you are in charge. We learned a lot of hard lessons together and while I would not have the obsession I have without her she would have been a train-wreck in a lot of home I see looking for corso now.

These are not breeds for the faint of heart! They require firm and fair leadership from the start. They are supposed to be confident and willing/able to take charge should the situation warrant it. Far too many people want a dog for their appearance, they come they meet my dogs and talk about how great they are, etc but then assume they can take a puppy home and it behave in the same manner. They have no idea the hours spent training in obedience (although I have been a little slack lately but we are back working at it now :) ) to make sure they are a credit to their breed. We have had people call wanting the best looking pup in a litter (one I would consider a show/breed prospect) simply to sit in their yard as a show piece. It is my advice if you are truly interested in these breeds and want a breeder to take you seriously, research. Know the pros and cons of the breed and the health issues. Come prepared with questions that show you have looked into the breed, not just how much and when can I pick it up. Far too many people see these breeds and fall in love with an appearance, these breeds are so much more than their appearance! These breeds are the type that get into your heart and soul based on their insides not on their outsides. Their un-waivering loyalty, willingness to please and defend if need be, their complete forgiveness when you have messed up again :), their independent and intelligent nature and their willingness to take charge. If you can't deal with more than the appearance of these breeds then please leave them the hell alone!
 

Smokeycat

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I had always planned to have 2 dogs and since Jiggers was smaller than I would have preferred I wanted something larger. I actually ended up with an English Mastiff more by accident than design. I didn't know any better at the time so I looked on kijiji for available puppies and found 3 litters that I was interested in: Irish Wolfhound, Great Dane and English Mastiff. After talking to my roommate who would also need to live/work with the new puppy I had decided on the IW. Called the number and when I hung up after about 10 minutes said that I wasn't getting a puppy from that woman. To this day I still don't know what made that gut reaction but it was very intense. After talking about the two remaining breeds I decided on the EM because I didn't want 2 skinny dogs. This time when I called the attached number I hung up having to think because she didn't just sell me the puppy. It turned out the puppy I had requested was going to be huge and she wanted to make sure that I had thought thru all the aspects of owning a dog that was going to break 200lbs. I called her back that evening and must have answered over 20 questions the right way because she did sell me what turned out to be her 'pick of the litter' and he was only being sold because 1)she had wanted to keep a female but didn't get one that she thought had potential & 2)she had decided to keep a fawn male that had an injured foot (the vet thought he had been stepped on) to make sure he had the best chance of it healing correctly.
The best parts of owning an EM are how loving and affectionate he is and how easy it is to pet him while standing. The worst part is how expensive medical treatment is. He's mine and I'll do whatever I can to make him better but I god the financial hit is intense.
 

Duetsche_Doggen

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I wanted a Rottweiler initially as I wanted a big dog after owning Chows for so many years. I wanted something that was less independent. I went to shows, read books, joined forums, went to clubs etc. However when renting your limited to what animals you can own on the premises, thanks to stupid BSL laws. Went to a dog show one day watched the different breeds and saw the Great Dane. My mom was with me and I joked what would be like to have this for a dog, she gave me that odd look.

Fast forward a few months later I worked a kennel and there was a black Great Dane that used to board. Of course first thing I'm taken back is the size, but as I got to know the dog more I found something more I couldn't describe in any dog that I had owned or been around for that matter. For something so "big" he was amazing with his people he trusted. Had better manners than most humans I know. The dog was not taught to be gentle it simply was with their humans, the sensitivity, love, devotion, demeanor, intelligence left me in awe. Afterwards I was hooked and have been into the Great Dane ever since. Couldn't imagine my life without one.
 

chuckorlando

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I really dont have a problem with wanting an intimidating looking dog. Most wont admit it but I would bet money at least 75% of folks here got their first dog because he was huge. Start a thread about being protective and watch them line up to tell how their dog will stand in the paint. I have said many times I want a buffalo for no other reason then their huge and no one short of crazy would jump the fence. It is no diffrent then wanting a 50cal when a 9 does the same thing or a rifle that looks mean when it would have killed the deer as it came. That being said anything 100lb+ looks intimidating.

We got a fila so you would get bitten if you tried to snatch my son. Thats what it boils down to. I always had giants from a child. But we got kona to bite period. That does not mean we want her to bite just be willing to.

We never weighed pro's and cons. My brain just dont work like that. You have priority number 1 and the rest is just what has to be done.

In hind sight the cons would be.... Cant go anywhere over night without the dog, cant leave the dog with anyone, cant just have people over, cost a ton of money to keep people from getting bitten, she is a bitch.

Pros would be... She will bite you. Shocker right? Someone would want a breed that will bite humans for the very fact they will bite humans.
 

Sadies Mom

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I started looking at the English Mastiff three years before we got Sadie. I did not do much research since I was not ready to get one. But I have admired the look and temperament for a long time. I grew up with a lab x and we got a lab, Nicki, in 2005 just after we had bought our house. After Nicki passed in January 2012, I said no more dogs, but it was not long after that statement I started my research on the EM. It was just too quiet around the house and I found myself not having anything to do.
Nicki was sick for the last year of her life and required a lot of meds and frequent trips to the vet for fluids. I found a litter of EM's and took the trip to look at them, the parents and ask questions. When I saw the parents, my heart just melted, but when I looked at the puppies, I felt nothing. I kind of felt guilty to "replace" Nicki so soon. One puppy came up to me and peed on my shoes and that made me smile. I asked a bunch of questions and they asked me a bunch of questions, and I left. That night, I started doing extensive research, talked to my husband, and he told me to go for it and assured me that Nicki would never be replaced, she will always be with us. A week later I was back at the breeder to pick out a puppy. They were now 5 weeks old and running around and playing like crazy. I was observing all 12 of them and saw one puppy that was kind of by her self, just observing her brothers and sisters. I sat down on the ground and she came right over to me. That was Sadie......I told the breeder that that was my dog, I left my deposit and was back three weeks later to pick her up.


No research can really tell you how wonderful this breed is. And no research will tell you what a PITA this breed can be. They tell you about the risk for hip/elbow dysplasia and bloat, but they do not tell you how stubborn they are. Yes, it says that they do things at their on pace, but until you have one.........:p
 

CeeCee

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I grew uo with cats and was actually afraid of dogs as I had been bitten by Doberman Pinscher as a child and a German Shepard as an adult. When I bought my house, I decided to look for a dog because I wanted someone to walk with me. (Not sure if that was the best of reasons, but it was mine.) So I started looking in our local shelters. Lila was actually the first dog I saw. She came right up to the front of the kennel, sat down, and looked me the eyes, but I wasn't sure. I guess I wanted to see what else was out there. So I continued to look for about a week, but no one really spoke to me. So I went back to Verona Street (our city shelter). Again, Lila came right up to the front of the kennel, sat down, looked me in the eyes, and this time she cocked her head to the side as if to say, "Are you ready, yet?" I wasn't sure if I was ready for dog ownership, but I knew she was the one for me.

Words cannot express what this girl has brought into my life. Maybe one day I'll right a book on the lessons she has taught me about facing your fears, creating what it is you want, and most importantly how to live. Together Lila and I have worked through her fear of men, her lunging, snapping, snarling, re-directing barrier frustration, and a general uneasiness most likely brought on by months of being a stray. It's taken years to get here, but Lila has grown into a confident dog, who knows her place in this world. She is not quick to take up the challenge, but if you threaten her or hers, she let you know you've crossed the line. I have no doubt Lila would defend me with her life and I would defend hers with mine.

Five years later, I am such the obsessed dog person, I wanted to bring in another dog. This time I was volunteering at Verona Street and while taking a break from working with a VERY excited and demanding dog, another volunteer brought out this goofy, gangling puppy who could look me in the eyes when I was sitting down, Zeek. He wiggled his body right up to me and put his head in my lap with the whole wight of his body behind it. He was begging me to take home.

Having Lila, I thought I was prepared for a big dog. Nope. Zeek has brought with him a whole new set of challenges - these are mostly the challenges of teaching an inexperienced puppy, who is coming into his own how to deal with a world that makes assumptions based on looks - whether they find him scary and want nothing to do with him or they find him cute and want to run up and hug him. (Our one year anniversary with Zeek is tomorrow!)

I know some people get annoyed - even offended when you compare having dogs to having children, but I think it's true. Since I adopted my dogs, my life has never been the same. I have rearranged my life to meet their needs, I have foregone things or activities that I need or would like, because they need something, I lose sleep when they are ill, and I am beaming with pride when they accomplish something we've been working on. (Seriously, I cried when Lila passed her CGC because we worked so hard and I knew how hard some of those tasks were for her, but she trusted me and did them because I asked her to.) Zeek is maturing and starting to put the pieces all together and I couldn't be more thrilled! I will tell anyone who will listen...and even a few who won't. Ha Ha Ha

I never set out to own Mastiffs, but I am so VERY blessed to have these two and I can't imagine not sharing my life with these amazing dogs! These dogs who are a huge responsibility and who demand that I meet them where they are at - stepping outside of my comfort zone to do so. I am now a Mastiff owner for LIFE!
 

Laura Lee

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When I met my husband, he was a commercial pilot, which means he was away from home overnight several times per month. Eventually, we bought a house out in the country on a somewhat secluded lot surrounded by dense woods on three sides, with a small lake fronting the fourth. It's a very serine setting, which is what we wanted, but the house makes an ideal target for the undesirable elements of our society. The dark setting, especially on moonless nights, surrounded by woods provides excellent cover to any approaching individual having ill-intent. So our interest in obtaining a dog was rooted equally in our desire for me to have both security and companionship while home alone.

While small, high-energy, yippy dogs provide excellent early warning of approaching visitors, they obviously aren't much good in a home defense situation. We wanted a large dog having a visually-intimidating presence, one that didn't bark much (except when alerted), didn't require a whole lot of daily, energy-burning activity, and one that was known to be extremely loyal and innately protective of its home environment. Also, I hated the prospect of daily coat-brushing to remove snarls and vacuuming up dog hair, so I wanted a short-haired canine that didn't shed all that much. We both did our research independently, narrowing down our choices to a select few before comparing notes. The Bullmastiff was at the top of my list and very high on my husband's.

Reading up on the history of the Bullmastiff as a British gamekeepers' watchdog, guarding estates against poachers, I became intrigued, quickly setting about reading all I could about the breed. We have guns in the house for home defense. I train with them often, right on our property, so I know how to use them. All we really needed in a defender-dog was one that would, at the very least, slow down (if not run off entirely) an intruder long enough for me to get to the gun safe. Toward that end, in reading about the Bullmastiff breed, a few things I found desirable stood out. I liked the notion that Bullmastiffs typically do not attack as matter of first resort, choosing instead to place themselves between the threat and the person they are guarding, assuming an aggressive posture and standing their ground against a potential attacker. I liked the prospect of having a dog that reacted to a home intrusion with the implied suggestion, "if you want to get to her, you have to get past me first, pal…and good luck to you on that." As for companionship, reading that Bullmastiffs typically have an innate desire to always be close to their "pack members" was just icing on the cake for me.

As for the down-side of the breed, some say it's their stubbornness. While that can be frustrating at times, such independent-mindedness, along with their typical supreme self-confidence, is what makes them special…at least to me. The biggest down-side is their relatively short life span. We lost our first Bullmastiff, a male, in March. He was only five years old. I thought I was going to die from a broken heart. We have our four-year-old female who, while not the prettiest Bullmastiff you've ever seen, is lovable, loyal and highly-protective. And we have our little guy now, too, soon to be five months old, the half-nephew of the one we lost in March, and very much like his uncle in personality who had strong guarding instincts.
 

angelbears

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What a beautiful story, CeeCee. I'm so happy that you found the joys of the human/dog relationship.

Thank you so much for sharing!
 

Catia

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This is a good question. I had to think on it a bit, because I needed to get to the root of the "why".
Before Tessa my experience was mostly with danes & dane mixes/rescues.

Yes, I admit--I have this thing--*large-puppy-itis* Something about a big pup just goes straight to my heart.
I have has cats all of my life, so for some reason, a small dog feels not as much like a dog to me, feels more like a cat.
I like a hearty pooch with big paws & thick bones that I can feel the substance of. A pooch that feels like it won't break.
A companion at home, a nice big bark--I LOVE a good "WOOF"--but I can do things with, hiking/swimming, I know you can do this with smaller breeds, but it feel like they get lost in the brush. Tessa still feels small to me at 60+lbs, & somehow this equates (in my mind) to her being fragile LOL!

Plus I prefer more mellow pooches, & it has always worked out that way as well. I've never much cared for the little barky dogs, as far as owning one, though I have a few little pooches of friends I've just loved, but wouldn't want one for myself, as I just do not care for the hyper & yippy type of temperament for a long term.

Pros--larger pooches tend to be more mellow & hearty & have a nice woof, & size alone usually keeps strangers at a distance-none of my pooches have ever looked intimidating-I'm a sucker for a sweet face, but I guess some equate big size with bigger risk.

Cons: #1 ***HUGE human like turds***
All the rest of the cons fall below the turd con, such as:
HUGE vet bills, insane teething & jaw settling--I have a stack of driftwood & sticks in my house lol--
they can break things you never considered, reach things you thought safe, & destroy things faster than you thought possible if you don't pay attention when they're pups, oh, and the aching back you'll get, & since I am a tail keeper--never had a docked pooch, every cup has a lid, I have no coffee tables, & my dining table is counter height...I could go on about the cons, but wouldn't have a smaller pooch to avoid them.
 

Jakesmum

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My husband and I had talked for years about getting a dog and pondered many different breeds, but we were living in a condo and didn't have the space for one. We thought about getting a Burmese Mountain Dog or a Rottwieler (he had one in the past). We never considered a mastiff until he met up with an old buddy of his from the army, they hadn't seen each other in 20 years and crossed paths through facebook. We drove to his property to visit with him and were greeted by this huge, slobbery female bullmastiff. I had never seen a dog like this before and at first was a little afraid, but through the weekend I fell in love with her quirky personality and said to my husband that I really don't like slobbery dogs but I would deal with it for that type of personality in a dog.

A few months later we bought a house with a large yard and started discussing getting a dog again, this time we knew we wanted a bullmastiff, but we were going to wait until the following spring to seriously look into it. In the meantime I started researching the breed and found a breeder that only lived a couple of hours from our house. I contacted the breeder and he had just had 2 litters of puppies, I said we weren't ready yet and he indicated he should have some puppies ready for the following spring and would keep our name on the list.

About a month later my husband went for his annual hunting trip and while he was gone I had a stranger walk right into my house through the backdoor, scared the living bejesus out of me, turned out to be an old man who got turned around trying to find his way home so I gave him directions and sent him on his way. Then a month after that we had a strange lady stumbling around our backyard, again lost but she looked like she was on something. This time my husband was home and we had a friend over so I had backup, got her turned around and sent her on her way.

After those two incidents we decided sooner rather than later we needed to get a puppy so I contacted the breeder, he still had 3 male puppies left from his litters in August and we arranged to go see them the following weekend. I let my husband pick the puppy that we brought home and he chose our Jake because he was the one who was exploring everything but then would come back to make sure the people were still there, showed no sign of being timid and was just the most adorable thing we had ever seen.

We brought him home that day and never looked back. He turns 2 on August 15, I can't believe how fast the time has flown by. The first few months I would just stare at his little sleeping body and tears would come to my eyes, I couldn't believe he was actually ours to keep. There has been challenges, he tore the wiring out of the boat trailer (we wanted to rewire it anyways), this morning he got into the garden and ate half the lettuce, pulled some carrots (I guess breakfast wasn't enough for him). There has been worries when he's not feeling well. Lot's of training, but he is so smart and catches on very quickly.

He has proven that he can do his job too, a strange guy came to the door looking for directions one night and was acting very fidgety, I got a bad vibe from him and Jake could feel it, all he had to do was push his big head between me and the partially open door, the guy saw the dog and said thank you very much and nearly tripped over his feet leaving our property. There had been news of women being lured away from their homes recently by a guy looking for directions then being assaulted, I can't be sure this was the guy, but if it was I am grateful for my protector and best friend for scaring the guy off with just a look (my hubby was in the other room and didn't hear the door). He got lots of extra love and treats that night from both of us.

We can't remember our life before having him and will always have at least one of these gentle giants in our lives.
 

raechiemay

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Dealing withinsomnia for the past couple weeks & only getting a few hours of sleep lastnight, coming here & reading these stories have made my day. There'ssomething about the passion & dedication you guys have with mastiffs thatjust warms my heart. I figured I needed to share my stories! Sorry I get sappywhen I am delirious... ;)

My family& I came across English Mastiffs by chance. We were a small dog family,specifically Dachshunds. You think mastiffs are stubborn, try having Dachshundsin the house. I say that while rolling my eyes. There is a big flea market(which some of you Texans may know, Canton) that my mom, sister & I went toone weekend. Oh the treasures you can find. Reluctantly I forced my mom intowalking through “Dog Town”. I had absolutely no knowledge of BYBs or the typeof people that would willingly breed & sell puppies at a flea market. DogTown is big. And it’s not just dogs. There’s goats, bunnies, you name it &hundreds of puppies of all different breeds big & small. As we rounded oneaisle something caught my eye. This gigantic puppy laying in a pen with a sharpei & a small breed dog of some sort. I say gigantic because my eyes wereused to short stubby legs & long bodies. This puppy laid there & lookedup at us a couple times almost like she was begging us to take her home. Nextto that pen was a litter of bloodhound puppies. The gigantic puppy was $500& the bloodhound puppies were $400. At the time I was about 15-16. So withpermission from my mom I asked to hold the gigantic puppy. Oh my gosh she waslike holding a sack of potatoes. She melted into my arms & I gave my momthe look. She rolled her eyes & said “but she’s $500”. She glanced at thebloodhound puppies & was making conversation with the man there & thewoman with the gigantic puppy. She tells me now she was trying to negotiate theprice but the woman was insistent upon $500. After about 15 minutes, she wroteout the check & the gigantic puppy was ours! At 10 weeks old she was about18-20 lbs. Knowing what I know now, she’s small. Back then she was huge! Wecontinued walking through the flea market having to constantly hand off the bigfloppy eared puppy as she was heavy! When we got her home, then the researchstarted. Backwards I know. We learned so much about EMs & decided she wasthe perfect fit for our family. She had a heart of gold despite all of herphysical issues & separation anxiety as a young adult. Housebroken by 6months she was a breeze compared to the dachshunds. As Jessie grew, one by oneso did her list of physical issues. At 9 months she was diagnosed with HD &at 12 months she became incontinent. Throughout her whole life she never lether HD get in the way of experiencing the joys of playing, swimming & roughhousing with the other dogs. She was a big time leaner & would put herentire weight into your body if you sat on the couch. Always in the way &always snoring, grunting & sighing. When we put her down I was heartbroken.Jessie was a special girl & I felt bad for moving away from home 2 yearsbefore she died & didn’t spend much time with her. I miss her every day& sometimes I swear I hear her tail thumping when I spend time at myparents. I have her ashes & her last collar.

I joined thisforum a month after I brought home Duchess. Originally she was supposed to befor my parents. I joked about visiting a friend in East Texas & bringinghome a puppy. I guess they didn’t take me seriously… LOL. My knowledge &experience made me decide I was not going to get another puppy from a fleamarket. I did some research & found a litter of 8 pups only an hour awayfrom my friend’s house. I went & saw the puppies later that day. My friendpicked up one of the smaller puppies & she just put her head on hershoulder, sighed & started to fall asleep. The other pups were runningaround like crazy, rolling over each other, growling, biting & pulling onour shoes. My friend handed me the puppy & instantly I was reminded ofJessie. Before I knew it I said “she’s the one”. They were a few days shy of 8weeks. Living 3 hours away they allowed me to take her home that day with thepromise that I was going to take her to the vet that week (which I did). I knowall this sounds like red flags but my BYB radar wasn’t going off at the time.They were a family who bred Chi’s & this was their first mastiff litter.Their adults were cute & very sweet tempered. Looking back at puppy pics ofDuch, I see how scrawny of a puppy she was. Barely 10-11 lbs at 8 weeks, I knewshe was going to be small but that was ok. She would bounce back & forthfrom lanky to fat. She’s been the sweetest, most difficult puppy ever. Pickyeater & she has learned a lot of habits good & bad. At only 92 lbs sheseems to be fairly healthy otherwise. No hip issues & this time I didn’tspay at 6 months. Her cooing & slamming into me when she sees me afterbeing gone melts my heart. I know she doesn’t compare to Jessie & in no wayreplaces her, but she’s been good for my heart & I look forward to sharingmy life with her. I wouldn’t go as far as saying she’s my heart dog, soundsawful but it’s true, but she’s a sweet baby & I love her.

Being on thisforum for over a year now I have learned so much. I know exactly what to lookfor next time. While I love EMs, being here has turned me onto the world ofCCs. I have a list of dream breeds but over the past few months the Corso hastrumped the other breeds on that list. Agile, loyal & completely gorgeoushas me learning as much as I can about them when I have the time to research. Mycurrent living situation has me extremely limited on what I can do as I rent,but hopefully by the end of the year that will change for me & I will beginmy search for the perfect CC for me. I know it will take time to find theperfect breeder & the perfect puppy for me, but I strongly believe it willbe well worth the wait. But I must say that seeing Mary’s dogs on here, I mayhave already made up my mind as to where I will seek out this perfect puppy. J
 

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In 1995 my long time girlfriend decided she wanted a dog. I was on-board but she was a bit flaky back then and I knew the care and maitenece would fall to me, so we decided I would choose the breed.

I spent a lot of time researching and visiting breeders of many different breeds. This was fun for me. It was a little more legwork back in the day, the internet wasn't quite what it is now.

I stumbled across a breed that wasn't really recognized in Canada yet.

Cane Corso.

I went to meet the breeder and liked how guarded she was about selling me a pup. I had to prove myself. She came to visit my house about 3 hours from her.

When the litter was born, there was one that I loved from the photos. A blue male.

When I went to meet the the pups, a brindle female left her litter mates and wandered over to me, gave me a kiss and fell asleep with her head in my hand.

No choice, I went home with the brindle.

It's a long time ago and I still have trouble talking about her. I have never trusted anything in my life as much I as I trusted Echo. If she had doubts about a stranger, I didn't let them into my life. Two years later my daughter was born and I was worried how Echo would take it.

I was wrong to worry. Echo never let my daughter out of her sight. They would even play horse on their own. My daughter would climb on Echo and she would slowly trot around with my 2 year old hanging on to her jowls.

Echo was gentle but never let anyone in the house. She used to pin people against the wall with her side if friends she knew walked in and I hadn't said "It's OK Echo". Once said, she would slobber all over them looking for belly rubs.

Echo died in 2006 and I was devestated. I couldn't imagine 'replacing' her.

I changed jobs, changed wives, changed countries and finally about 4 months ago I felt ready to get another pup. There was no doubt to what breed I wanted, but I didn't know if I could find one in my present country… China, especially a good breeder.

Strangely it was easier to find Presa Canario breeders but I knew what I wanted and finally I found a breeder I thought was the real deal in the Shanghai area. I don't live anywhere near Shanghai, but my wife and I made a holiday of it and went to meet the breeder.

I felt comfortable and a couple of months later I chose (this time from photos) a black (maybe reverse brindle) male.

Yingzi is calmer than Echo. Maybe smarter or maybe I'm better at training but he has been a joy. He's only 12 weeks but I can't imagine life without him now.

I guess the short answer to the OP's question is luck. I got into mastiffs through luck and a puppy's kiss. Now, although I'm interested in looking and learning about other breeds, I'm a total Cane Corso guy.

I will never choose another breed.