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Age: 13 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 100+ lbs

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Peanut, Baby Girl, Crimmy, Little Red Dog, Dog Vader, Asthma Dog

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

Quick Bio:

Going to the dog park, Playing with our cat, Eating snow, Sniffing anything, Acting like a lap dog

Other dogs picking on her brother, Jumping into the car, Not going with her dad, Being separated from Angus

Favorite Toy:
Ice cubes, Sqeakers, Anything that she can shake until she is dizzy

Favorite Food:
Iams for Large Breed Dogs, Snow, Ice Cubes, Water

Favorite Walk:
South Park Dog Park - but keep it short

Best Tricks:
Sit, Walking off leash, Dropping her mouthful of toys one by one

Arrival Story:
We got our first bullmastiff, Angus, and then felt that he needed a playmate other than our cat. We searched for a red female puppy in our area but failed to locate one. We went on the internet and found Crimson's litter. Crimson was sent from Castle Rock Bullmastiffs in Iowa. We contacted the breeder because of their beautiful red female, Savannah. Savannah had just delivered her litter and two baby girls were left. They sent us a picture of them side by side. We fell in love with her face and had to have her. She arrived on April Fool's Day 2004. She had her 1st plane ride at 8 wks. old. When she arrived, she was smaller than our cat and fit into a small pet carrier...things have changed since then. I can't remember what life was like before Crimson entered our lives.

Crimson is a very loving puppy. She would be a lap dog if she didn't weigh 100+ pounds at 11 months. She is tough enough to play with the biggest of dogs and gentle enough to cuddle with our cat. Her breathing is very heavy, almost as if she has asthma, so you can always hear her coming. Bullmastiffs are known for their great disposition despite their appearance and strength. We were not looking for a guard dog, we were looking for a new member to our family. She couldn't be any more perfect. Her beautiful little face always bears a bewildered look and her tail is always wagging.

Forums Motto:
Why stand when you can lay down?

The Groups I'm In:
Bodacious Bullmastiffs, Bullmstiffs Forever!!!

I've Been On Dogster Since:
February 2nd 2005 More than 12 years!

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The Life of the Red Dog

It was just a CYST!

October 4th 2005 2:26 pm
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Well, I had to go to the vet last week for a not-so-routine-check-up. Mom and Dad found a lump along my spine a couple of weeks ago. I was in heat, so we had to wait to make an appointment with Dr. George. Then, Dr. George wasn't in, but we got a really nice lady doctor who took care of everything. They had to stick a needle into my "lump" so that they could take some of the cells to the microscope. It all came back OK! It is only a sebacious cyst that may or may not pop on its own. At least it isn't cancer....I don't know what that is, but mom and dad were happy with the results. My lump was bleeding from the ouchy needle, so I got a handful of treats from the vet lady and we were on our way. What a relief!!!


Separated....And Sad

May 27th 2005 4:58 am
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Mom and dad have really had it this time. Angus and I have pushed them right over the edge. See, we have a large pen that pappy built for us in the family room. Mom wanted us to have room to move and a nice place to call our own. Originally, it was Angus' place, because he was their first pup. Then, I came along and once I was big enough, we got to sleep together in "our" pen.
Over the past couple of months, Angus and I have been acting up in the cage. Angus has strong jaws and he is trying to bust us out of the pen by chewing straight through the 2x4s that hold the whole thing together. It makes a huge mess and mom has to sweep everyday. Our cat, Shotgun, takes all of the little pieces of wood and places them in his secret spots all over the house. I am not a chewer of wood, but I do participate in pulling on the water pipe that runs along the top of our place. It started to make puddles and I kept getting all wet everyday. That made our other pappy come to the house a replace the pipe. Now, it is out of our reach.
Those things didn't even get us into a lot of trouble, because we are just dogs and dogs will do things like that. For some reason, Angus and I get ourselves all wound up and then we have accidents in the cage. Our mom gags all of the time and must wait for dad to come home to take care of the big mess. They warned us of having to get smaller crates, if we could not control the bathroom breaks in the cage.
WE FAILED!!!! Angus kept telling me that they would never separate us, so we kept on doing whatever we wanted to do all day long. Chewing on wood, pulling on the wires, pooping, peeing....this all led to the man in the brown clothes coming to our house with two big packages while we were home alone...SEPARATE CRATES!!! Me and Angus both got our own 48" crate that we have to sleep in when mom and dad are at work. They put us next to each other, but we can't play or chew (they are metal) or anything!
Some advice to all of you dogs who think your mom and dad won't snap...THEY WILL AND YOU COULD BE SEPARATED FROM YOUR BROTHERS AND SISTERS. Behave and don't poop and pee in the house. That is the last draw!!


What kind of dog is that?

April 19th 2005 7:47 pm
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People are always asking my mom and dad, "What kind of dog is that?". When we go to South Park for our walk, people are always stopping and staring at is kind of creepy. When I first started growing up, everyone thought that I was a boxer. Then, I became much bigger than a boxer. Now, everyone thinks that I am a mastiff puppy. When mom tries to explain that I am a bullmastiff, no one knows what kind of dog she is talking about. Mom says it is because we are rare in our area, but I feel left out. The other day, someone called me a rottweiler! They must have been confused. Mom might make me a t-shirt that says, "Don't ask...bullmastiff!" At least I have Angus to share the stares with me. No one knows what he is either.

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