I knew I wanted an EM since I first saw the Sand Lot... Honestly, I didn't do any homework on them, and I wasn't in the market to get one when the opportunity presented itself. I was in Arizona for my Grandfather's funeral. My ex wife and I had gone to the mall across from our hotel where we came across a pet store... yeah. Puppies, puppies, pu... "HONEY!! LOOK!!" *sighs* Now, I tried to be reasonable here. I did. In Arizona, staying in a hotel, that whole funeral thing going on. Probably not a good time to get a dog. What's that? I can play with him in an enclosed room? Well hell, I test drive cars all the time without any intention of buying them. So that's how I got my first EM...
Some months later I knew he needed a buddy, and I was fortunate to find a young, female BM in our local paper. I had no clue what a BM was at the time, but I knew it said Mastiff in there, so I knew she should be sturdy enough to hang with my boy. So we took the trip to a neighboring city to check her out... Wow! She was only 6 months old at the time, but what a looker... Big old muscled hammies, brick head. It was love at first sight really. So the ex drove us home, while "Sadie" sat in my lap, giving me kisses the whole way. ... Now I'm all bummed out... Thanks!
Fast forward some years. They are both now "middle age". I'd grown accustomed to owning giants and couldn't image anything else. The drool, the hair, the flat spots on the couches. That's part of life now, and I wouldn't change it for the world. Everyone in the neighborhood knows who you are, "You own those big ass dogs, right?". Sounds weird to say, but it's almost like a status symbol? Suppose it is. I own a Mastiff. Ohhh, awww.
I'll save myself and not go into the ending of their being. These dogs are large, and take up a huge amount of space in your heart.
And here we are, a little over 2 years ago. My life had changed. I'd finally gotten to a place in time where I could look for another pup. What to get? No question, the Bull. I loved my EM, he was a great dog, but my girl... she was something else for me. Muscled physique, very athletic for her build, etc, etc. The BM, for me, was just easier to deal with day to day. So it's settled, time to do my homework on breeders. I had learned a LOT from owning my previous kids, and I knew what I needed to look for. And now I have it.
What was the original question? LOL
I wanted a Mastiff that looks good. Has the potential to scare the hell out of someone should they come in unannounced. Is an independent thinker (I don't mind the stubbornness most of the time). And one that can be a couch potato.
The downside to owning him... I don't trust people to watch him if I need to take an extended trip. So I pretty much don't take trips where he can't go. Health expenses of course. Food costs. Wife's shoe inventory has gone down. Hell, my shoe inventory has gone down. I can't sleep in. Can't leave the spare bedroom door open that has the cat box in it. Can't rescue/foster any other male Mastiff.