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Thursday, 11 November 2010
back blogging
Mood:  not sure
Hello I will be working on new projects , if you have a mastiff poem to add please email me

Posted by mastiff25 at 2:10 AM EST
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Friday, 9 May 2008
A good dog

A man may smile and bid you hail
Yet wish you to the devil;
But when a good dog wags his tail,
You know he's on the level.

author unknown .


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Sunday, 19 November 2006
Skippy the water mastiff
Topic: Short story
Skippy loves to swim, although I would not say he is a strong swimmer. I find the mastiffs tire fast swimming. We used to take Skippy to the river swimming all the time but Quickly put a stop to it . One day I noticed Skippy sitting in the water. The water was deep enough that in a sitting position only his head and shoulders was above water , several other people were swimming and playing in the water around him. It is a popular swimming spot. Skippy looked odd sitting in the water and he was looking up to the sky as if watching the sky being very nonchalant , And then I seen it :o, little Brown logs popping to the surface of the water around him and floating down stream to wards the swimmers. :o
Yes he poops in the water, I was to embarrassed to shout out a warning to the down stream swimmers. I grabbed Skippy and left in a hurry . 8-)The next time was even worse . I took him again to the swimming hole and he was having a blast until I heard Melissa holler and Skippy was in the water and a large steam of brown water was rising up around him as he looked to be sitting neck deep in the water staring very nonchalantly at the sky. :o,, he had bad diarrhea and a large area of brown water was going down stream from him . luckily this time Melissa was the only down stream swimmer so she quickly got out of the way of the on-coming brown tide , and that was the end of Skippie's swimming days .

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Wednesday, 16 August 2006

 


Hi I would like to have a web site with lots of mastiff poems and stories both old and new. If you have a poem about a mastiff or have a short story about a mastiff, please feel free to send it to me I would love to add it to this list. Do not be shy, even a little stoie about something your mastiff has done would be welcome. email mastiff@shaw.ca

IF YOU SEE YOUR POEM ON HERE AND DO NOT WANT IT IN OUR MASTIFF POEM AND STORY SITE PLEASE CONTACT ME , WE HAVE MADE EVERY EFFERT TO ASSURE WE HAVE PERMISSION TO PRINT THESE POEMS AND STORIES


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Monday, 27 March 2006


Posted by mastiff25 at 8:51 AM EST
Updated: Wednesday, 16 August 2006 9:26 AM EDT
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Mulligan Mastiff and the Mouse
by Nessa Sharon Miller



Monday, June 10, 2002


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The tiny Mastiff weighed in at 114 pounds
And the Big Fat Strong Mouse only an ounce,
As the sound came again from the wall
Mulligan Mastiff he quickly did pounce!

For every day the Mouse he had
Snuck into Mulligan's bowl of food,
Yummy endless Mouse dining; then Run!
Mouse thought this fun as bewildered Pup stood!

The Mouse was evasive and so very fast
On this went; Morning, Noon and Night,
After the chase the Mastiff would rest
Who would in the End Win this fight?

One day the high-pitched squeal was heard
The Mouse had caught himself a plight,
His tail stuck on the glueboard now
Mastiff eyes lighting in pure delight!

Mulligan woofed and jumped with Glee!
Though could not let it rest, you see...
And got his jowles stuck to the board
The person he showed; Yup it was me.

So now board held tightly Mastiff and Mouse
Both sets of eyes helplessly looked at me,
I gripped the board between my hands
To first set Chagrinned Mulligan Free.

I could not help a jolly happy laugh
My eyes filling with warm heartfelt tears,
As both Mouse and Mastiff popped off board!
The Mouse he ran! This could take Years!

What an Adventure this day was still after
the glueboard had carefully been replaced,
Mouse's rustle heard from under the dresser-
Startled hunters smile on Mulligan Mastiff's face.

Away! Off again! Ran that fat sassy Mouse!
Great Hunter Mulligan looking here and there,
He dug and he hopped and he stalked the floor
Mastiff determined to find Mouse once more...


~A Squeak!...~


Oh! Then I had to hoot again!
Quite honestly almost wet my pants!
For on the board Mulligan Mastiff had Caught--
His very Own Paw! And All around he did Dance!



Copyright ? ladyfawn 2002


Posted by mastiff25 at 8:47 AM EST
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The 2002 Mastiff companion of the year was posthumously awarded to "Boadicea" owned and loved by the Shaw family of Western Australia. Here is the poem written by Jackie, Wayne, Jordan and Benjamin.

20/10/97 - 28/04/02



Your fur vacuumed from the carpet
Your drool scrubbed from the wall
Not many signs left to remind me
That a Mastiff lived here at all.

Except for this giant hole
That nothing seems to fill
And I wonder my darling Boadi
If anything ever will.

The kids maybe too young to remember
But I won’t let them forget you
The one who stood always at their side
To guard with her life if she had to.

I remember you'd bark and protect us
From things new or simply out of place
And how you'd charge to get into the car
Though getting you out was done at no great pace!

Your most beautiful nature
A gentle giant indeed
But I must let you go now
And from your pain be freed.

So it's farewell for now
Walk with comfort in the next world
The most majestic of all creatures
My darling baby girl.

And just one last thing
Before I let you go
I love you with all my heart
And I miss you Bo.

Love Always Jackie, Wayne , Jordan & Benjamin Shaw

Barbara Everett & Family,Norman

XXX


Posted by mastiff25 at 8:40 AM EST
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Molly Mastiff
Molly Mastiff
by Nessa Sharon Miller


Molly Mastiff


*Darling Molly* Oh, I miss you so,
You were so young to have had to go..
Darling you are now on the Rainbow Bridge,
Where all our animals go until we meet again.

'Grandeur and Good Nature'the motto of your breed,
A Mastiff is to a dog what a tree is to a seed...
More gentler giants the world may never know..
Though ! Oh! Molly ! Why did you have to go ?

There are those who do not understand
How sad I am you went to the promised land
I so wish I was there now with you
And all of my other fur babies too..

Molly you leave your sister with me,
Littermates and friends so true to me..
You both came to me in another sad time;
When 12yr.old Fawn left me and nothing rhymed...

Filling up my heart and my lap with drool,
Thought we had a long time... I am such a fool.
As that happened to your leg you did not whine,
Your love & bravery has touched me for a lifetime.

Darling Molly you were not an aged dog you were only two,
Our time together was so short; you have touched me true .
A common infection that went radical and threatening life
Tonight Prissy and I sit here, so sad, missing your light.

I do not understand Molly why you had to go away..
Thought we would happily play&smile again someday..
Though grateful for the time that we had Molly Dear,
I cannot help feeling & wishing you were still here.

All loved you Molly you were a very special girl..
I know you are in a meadow full of flowers in a whirl,
Sunshine and sweetness as like you lived your life...
You were my darling; now no more pain and no more strife.

No one barked in my face the last few days,
Or demanded extra food in your sweet ways...
The food bowl's not empty, the couch is not full,
I will always cherish your memory and miss your drool.

So Sweetheart wait with Fawn for me
For Someday I will come..
And when you see me you'll both run
And again we will share the sun.


If Heaven doesn't allow dogs...
then I am not going.

Copyright ? ladyfawn


Posted by mastiff25 at 8:29 AM EST
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Sunday, 12 February 2006
A poem by Emily Dickinson 1317
Topic: poem
Abraham to kill him—
Emily Dickinson
1317

Abraham to kill him—
Was distinctly told—
Isaac was an Urchin—
Abraham was old—

Not a hesitation—
Abraham complied—
Flattered by Obeisance
Tyranny demurred—

Isaac—to his children
Lived to tell the tale—
Moral—with a Mastiff
Manners may prevail

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Bella saves the day , short story.
Topic: Short story

My mastiff Bella is a big black brindle , mushy , sweet girl, loves every one , great temperament ,, \
I was on a road trip a few years ago with her, from Vancouver Island to Washugal Washington . I was taking her to be bred. It was a sunny warm day and I had the car windows wide open as I drove, and Bella was sleeping on the back seat of the car.
I had to get off the main highway around Vancouver Washington to get gas , and when I had pulled off the highway earlier I had gotten lost trying to find out how to get back on the highway .
This time as soon as I took the off ramp, I pulled over to the side of the road and opened up the large map so I could figure out how to get back on again after I found a gas station. I had the map open , when suddenly Bella leaped from the back seat like a ferocious lion , SNAPPING, GROWLING AND LUNGING .. I dropped the map and turned my head just in time to see an arm quickly being withdrawn from my open passenger window. And a large grubby looking guy backing away from my car with his hands in the air . SAYING wow , wow wow , , After he backed away 4 steps he turned and ran down the ally. really fast . At first I was confused, so I started to push Bella back into the back seat, That was when I noticed her feet tangled in my purse straps, Suddenly it dawned on me the man was going to reach in my window and take my purse off the front passenger seat . He did not notice my large mastiff in the back seat , but I guess she was watching him .
All my money , cards etc , were in my purse and my gas tank was almost empty , and I was a long, long, way from home , I would have been in big trouble had he succeeded in stealing my purse .
How do dogs just seem to know when some one is up to no good . We had stopped at a road stop earlier that day and when I came out of the bathroom I seen people were reaching in the window patting Bella who was soaking it all up . So why did she act different this time? . By the way Bella has never growled or snapped at any one since . That was the only time in her life.

Sharon Medforth Island West Mastiffs



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Friday, 10 February 2006
I've Never Had A Dog

I've Never Had A Dog

I've never had a dog before,
but I can surely see,
The Mastiff is the grandest one,
so that's the dog for me!

Now, I only want pet quality
so it shouldn't cost me much,
But he better have a pedigree
with Champions and such.

Training him takes too much time,
I don't want to mess with that,
He must know "down", and "sit" and "stay",
and not chase the neighbor's cat.

His color doesn't matter,
but brindle I would buy,
now fawn is fine, or apricot,
are others I would try.

I have never bought a dog before,
but how hard can it be?
I'm not a picky person,
but I'd want a guarantee.

He must move like a great big cat
just floating off the ground,
I don't care much about OFA
as long as he is sound.

He doesn't need to have much charm,
Although I'll not deny,
I want a dog to come to me
when the treats are not nearby.

I've never had a dog before,
but how hard can it be
to pick one up just like I want?
I hope he's almost free!

Puppy picture and poem By
Nanci Manceau of kingmont mastiffs

Posted by mastiff25 at 5:51 PM EST
Updated: Sunday, 12 February 2006 9:58 AM EST
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To My mastiff Rescue Babies
To My Rescue Babies:



You came to me in shambles of what a mastiff used to be.

Your eyes should be hollow and untrusting.

Yet I see the windows of your soul do I see,

Pouring out for your want and need of Love.

I wonder if you will ever trust again,

How can someone put you at such end of cruelty

For you are mans best friend.

I run my hands across your frail body, I feel you tremble so.

I can not hold them back, my tears from my face flow,

I will not make you afraid, We will rise up together

As you gain your strength and your courage back forever ,

I know I can fix your exterior wounds,

But can I fix your heart and mind.

I will hold in my arms and love you through this most horrible time.

I will hope for the day that your life once again be full of bliss.

You will run and jump and pant and play, A beat you will not miss.

To watch the love you have to give, emerge without fear.

Never fear my beast friend, for I will always be near.

Though you will leave and go on to a new home,

No more will you have to roam,
A family is waiting patiently for you, to give their love.

But I will never forget the paw prints you left on my heart.

A TRUE Gift From God Above.



Danielle S Browning

Qaletaga mastiffs , mastiff Rescue
Qaletaqa Mastiffs




Posted by mastiff25 at 8:38 AM EST
Updated: Sunday, 12 February 2006 9:58 AM EST
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Tuesday, 7 February 2006
Blaze Poem




poem by Jewel McDonald

Posted by mastiff25 at 8:24 PM EST
Updated: Tuesday, 7 February 2006 8:36 PM EST
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Monday, 6 February 2006
The Bull and The Mastiff
FABLE IX. THE BULL AND THE MASTIFF.
Seek you to train your fav'rite boy?
Each caution, every care employ:
And ere you venture to confide,
Let his preceptor's heart be tried:
Weigh well his manners, life, and scope;
On these depends thy future hope.
As on a time, in peaceful reign,
A bull enjoyed the flowery plain,
A mastiff passed; inflamed with ire,
His eye-balls shot indignant fire;

He foamed, he raged with thirst of blood
Spurning the ground the monarch stood,
And roared aloud, 'Suspend the fight;
In a whole skin go sleep to-night:
Or tell me, ere the battle rage,
What wrongs provoke thee to engage?
Is it ambition fires thy breast,
Or avarice that ne'er can rest?
From these alone unjustly springs
The world-destroying wrath of kings.'

The surly mastiff thus returns:
'Within my bosom glory burns.
Like heroes of eternal name,
Whom poets sing, I fight for fame.
The butcher's spirit-stirring mind
To daily war my youth inclined;
He trained me to heroic deed;
Taught me to conquer, or to bleed.'
'Cursed dog,' the bull replied, 'no more
I wonder at thy thirst of gore;

For thou, beneath a butcher trained,
Whose hands with cruelty are stained;
His daily murders in thy view,
Must, like thy tutor, blood pursue.
Take then thy fate.' With goring wound,
At once he lifts him from the ground;
Aloft the sprawling hero flies,
Mangled he falls, he howls, and dies.

* * * * *The Poetical Works of Addison; From Greys tales

FA

Posted by mastiff25 at 10:21 AM EST
Updated: Monday, 6 February 2006 8:03 PM EST
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The Mastiff and Curs

The MASTIF and CURS. A Fable inscrib'd to Mr. POPE. By the same Hand,

A MASTY of our English breed
Allow'd all others to exceed,
In ample head and solid heart;
Strong, stately, true in ev'ry part;
March'd through the town with stedfast pace,
Like former heroes of his race.
Offending none; for in his mind
Candor with resolution join'd.
Yet over ev'ry threshold leapt
The little dogs by ladies kept,
Who snarl or flatter for reward,
The tea-pot and the slippers guard.
Whilst butchers curs forsake the stalls,
And each upon the masty falls,
With distant noise and threat'ning grin,
Tho' none durst fasten on his skin.
So well his greater strength they knew,
Who dirt and scandal on him threw.
For not a cat that had been torn,
Or hen that from the roost was born,
But to his charge they barking lay:
Tho' he despis'd that vulgar play,
Nor cou'd by ought be mov'd to rage,
But what was fit for Hockley's stage.
Who when he careless tost or rowl'd,
Was still superiour, stern and gold.
Couch'd at the door or on the green,
In him the masty still was seen.
Tho' now those rude assaults he bore,
And every moment look'd for more.
'Till on a day some gen'rous man,
To rouze his anger thus began.
How long will you endure these yelps,
From danes and lap-dogs, heartless whelps!
Revenge your self, amongst them start,
Break at each bite some lady's heart.
Make Sharper, Cupid, Fop and Beau,
Stretcht at your feet their folly know.
Or smartly crush each paper scull,
With such a pinch as mads the bull.
The masty now 'twas worth his while,
Reply'd with a disdainful smile.
To you, Sir, who our fate command,
Loo or restrain us with your hand.
Tis fit that some account I yield,
Why I'm so slow to take the field;
Or to employ my well known pow'r,
Such carping vermin to devour.
But whilst I keep them all in awe,
From their assaults this good I draw;
To make you men the diff'rence see,
Between this bawling troop and me.
Comparison your observation stirs,
I were no masty if there were no curs.
Ann Finch



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Updated: Monday, 6 February 2006 9:28 AM EST
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Sunday, 5 February 2006
True Poem , Ron and Moses's Great day .




It was the weight pulls for IWPA
And the dogs and handlers were ready that day.
Who could pull the most, we were there to see.
And some claimed to know who that dog might be.
The competition was tuff, a worthy lot.
Pulling hard and fast, giving all they got.
Ron and Moses were competitors there
Both strong and handsome, a notable pair.
Moses the mastiff, was the strongest of all,
Weighing 200 lbs., 32 inches tall.
Debra his co-owner, was standing by the ring side,
While Ron checked the load, to which Moses was tied.
Then away from the dog, Ron jumped away clear.
The crowd stood up, and started to cheer.
6900 lbs., was the weight on the cart.
Moses pulled his best, with all his heart.
It seemed as if time, was suspended in air.
And a roar rose up, from all who was there.
Inch by inch the load moved down the track.
With muscles straining, from shoulder to back.
Moses pulled and pulled, with all his might.
Never thinking once to give up the fight.
Slowly and surly, the load made its way.
Until they crossed the line, on that memorable day.
The memory of that day will live on in glory.
And be spoken of, in poetry and story.

In loving memory of Ron Overgaard. Who co Owned Moses with Deb Shook of Black Stone Mastiffs. Ron and Moses were the #1 top weight pull regonal Champions in 2001 and 2002 As well as International Champion in 2002 . Moses was a great sound , strond and sweet mastiff and pulled a massive 6900 pounds.
Ron passed way
In the year 2002 and Moses passed away 2005

Sharon Medforth island west mastiffs

Posted by mastiff25 at 9:22 PM EST
Updated: Saturday, 11 February 2006 10:28 AM EST




TO MY MAN AND MY MASTIFF

I love the velvet fir under your nose,
The way you clean between your toes.
I love the gentle look in your eyes.
And how you never tell me lies.
I love the steady rhythm of your snore,
And how you push me to the floor.
I love the slope of your shoulders,
Muscular and strong.
And how you cry when
I'm gone to long.
Or how you always scare the cat ,
When I've told you never, to do that
Or how you drink
,then pee on my flowers,
or chew on a bone for hours and hours .
I love how you pretend
There is no drool hanging down.
or cheer me up,
by acting the clown.
And how when you fart,
You look perplexed .
And wonder who
will take the blame next.
I love the expressive wrinkles
across your forehead.
and how you think your sneaking,
crawling into my bed.
I know Our love will
Always be .
OH what a lucky me ?

By Sharon Medforth

Posted by mastiff25 at 7:17 PM EST
Mastiff Kill , Funny story
Mood:  cheeky




I stood upon the balcony of my domain , and threw the cool of the morning mist , I gazed out across the green carpeted grounds that lay before me .
My heart filled with both awe and remorse , as my eyes took in the site of my mighty mastiffs.
They stood in the morning haze looking proud and fatigued. The fluid from their most recent kill covered their bodies and dripped from their mouths . The female mastiff then lay herself down in sheer exhaustion beside the mighty and powerful male, both content and drained from the exertion of the kill . Defeat would not have been an option for such powerful animals . Their prey had no chance , for the mastiffs had learned and developed their skills in the hunt , regardless of my efforts to end their lust for needless destruction.
I am sure they felt pride in themselves , But I felt remorse, remorse for what once was and shall never be again.
Torn into pieces, its long, sleek ,serpent like shape no longer resembled its once true form. I called to my protectors and they tuned to me. Their eyes searching mine, wondering if I too would feel the pride of their kill or if they would feel the scorn of my harsh words .
They watched me closely but I did not speak , The only though that came to me was
“nuts, my husband is going to be so pissed off about another destroyed garden hose” .

By Sharon Medforth
Island west mastiff

Mastiff puppy page

Posted by mastiff25 at 7:13 PM EST
Mastiff Breeder Dream




During the middle years of my life, a dream came to me in the silence of the night .
A dream that has since driven me to eccentricity .
In my dream he stood tall and strong, upon the top of the bluff.
Behind him the evening sky was a pallet of dusty red and gold.
He was the most perfect mastiff that my eyes had ever seen .
I have dreamt of him many times since then.
On the eave of every litter I have whelped
Or in the middle of the day, as I watch my dogs at play .
He is my obsession.
I see his wide powerful chest and his rippling waves of thigh muscles
He has that aura about him of true royalty
The essence of mighty, yet calm strength.
His head was broad and his dark , piercing , gentle eyes, had just enough wrinkle above them
to convince you of his intelligent contemplation of life.
The slope of his shoulder was perfect ,
his back, level and sturdy.
Both bone and substance , he did not lack.
This dream mastiff is elusive.
But I have heard legend that he has for the last 100 ,
or maybe even 500 years ,
crept into the dreams of others.
Some have thought that they almost possessed him ,
yet others disagreed.
And so you see why strangers think of me as exocentric.
They wonder why I have a pack of large mastiffs in my home.
But they can not be expected to understand
That I shall dream on and breed on ,
until I have created him,
Until the perfect mastiff comes to my beckon call
And stands by my side
Until such time I will still see him as others like me have,
Only in my dreams

By Sharon Medforth Island West Mastiffs
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