English Mastiff poem and story blog

A good dog

Fri, 9 May 2008 07:56:19 -0500

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 .

Skippy the water mastiff

Sun, 19 Nov 2006 21:33:22 -0500

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 , little Brown logs popping to the surface of the water around him and floating down stream to wards the swimmers.
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 . 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. ,, 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 .

Wed, 16 Aug 2006 08:23:54 -0500

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

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Mastiff In A Tree

Wed, 16 Aug 2006 08:20:55 -0500

Monk was not bad today

Monk was not good today

Monk was just Monk

Tomorrow he might just bark up a different tree

but never hopefully never down.

There is one thing in this world

I would never want to see

to be directly underneath

a Mastiff in a tree!

but in the first place

There is one thing in this world

beneath I must not pass

a Mastiff in a tree

Who likes to share his gas!

By Joanne Brazeau

Wed, 16 Aug 2006 08:26:08 -0500

Mon, 27 Mar 2006 08:47:40 -0500

Mulligan Mastiff and the Mouse by Nessa Sharon Miller Monday, June 10, 2002 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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

Mon, 27 Mar 2006 08:40:11 -0500

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

Molly Mastiff

Mon, 27 Mar 2006 08:29:24 -0500

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

A poem by Emily Dickinson 1317

Sun, 12 Feb 2006 14:04:25 -0500

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

Bella saves the day , short story.

Sun, 12 Feb 2006 09:52:47 -0500

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