We still have the English mastiff. Help!

Nelson's adoption page






You all know me. I'm a big dog kind of guy. Love the big, sweet working dog types. Big heads = bigger brains = more thinking (usually). Small heads = smaller brains = less cerebral cortex (where complex processing goes on). Actually, I don't know anything about dog brains, but from my experience, bigger dogs do more thinking.

So, I love these big dogs. I'm having a tough time not loving this dog - so I've got to get rid of him now! How terrible is that? I know I know, that just sounds heartless. There is a family out there for big Nelson. A family with more time to spend with the big dog during the day working on obedience. He doesn't need two overworked humans that spend 4 hours a day at home. He needs more than we've got right now. That, and we are most decidedly a one-dog family now (except for the occasional dog-sitting assignment).

Nelson is a rescued mastiff. We think he's under two years old. He's very comfortable living with us now which means he's pretty much in our face all the time. A dog this big with no formal training (other than sit) can be difficult at times! Here's the deal though, the longer he's here, the more our dear, patient Lola loves him. So let's get on it people. Adopt this dog!

The bigger problem might be that Nelson loves us. He's missing me right now, I can hear it. He'll adjust to a new set of humans, but the sooner the better. Good dog. Now I must change out of my nice clothes so I can interact with Big N on the couch.

A Poem by Brent Barry

http://www.fannation.com/si_blogs/points_after/posts/20181-a-poem-by-brent-barry

It's hard to admit, but this made me choke up a little bit... at my desk, at work...

Man, I miss those Sonics. For those that don't know, Barry used to play for the Sonics and was/is just a good guy.

Let the adventure begin!

Meet Nelson:



He arrived last night from Oregon. We're his foster parents until he gets adopted. We're working with a group called F.O.R.M., Friends of Rescued Mastiffs. So far it's working out all right. He's a bit pushy with Lola, so we're watching them carefully, but they seem to be reaching an equilibrium. He doesn't love his crate, but he'll go in, and once he's in, he's good about it. He's probably about four years old, and was brought in to the Multnomah County shelter as a stray. Currently he weighs about 118, the rescue coordinator says he probably should weigh about 150, so we've got some work to do. He's small for an English Mastiff, but still really big... He can look out the window in the back door!



He took to the couch like a natural:


And he knows one good trick:


We'll give him a week or so to settle in, then he needs a trip to the vet, and then he'll be ready for adoption! Man, that's a big head: