Just sit back and relax.
Hopefully, you'll find the site, if not informative, at least a little bit entertaining. This page's distinctive feature links: Color Inheritance in the Old English Mastiff and ????????? (both are works in progress).
A typical day - whether my human is home or not.
I'm Bull, the big, powerful, handsome one on the left. Libby's the lazy one on the right.
And don't be deceived. I'm in complete and total control of the situation. Ready to leap into action at a moments notice.
I became king of my human's home about seven years ago - turns out I was his first mastiff. I was soooooooo.... good, my human went out and got another one, Libby. She's almost 6 yrs old now but, I had to show her the ropes when she was a pup. Done so good, made her a champ.
Yeh, right. That big oaf Bull doesn't know the first thing about 'presence'. Why he even eats dirt and pushes rocks around with his nose. Talk about barbaric. I am a lady of standing with a far more cultural and refined upbringing.
Don't let the little "lady" fool ya. We're cousins and I have roots back to The Man, same as she.
Sheesh, that champ thing has really gone to her head. And another thing ......... she snores .... loudly.
Let the pictures speak for themself.
