english mastiff puppies

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

Sharon Medforth

Island West Mastiffs