Birthday: March 9th 2006 Likes: A fluffy down comforter all for herself. Pet-Peeves: Having to stay at home and not be busy at work. Favorite Toy: Polly the Pig. Favorite Food: Any. One doesn't discriminate when it comes to food. Favorite Walk: Around the neighborhood to see her doggie friends. Best Tricks: Picking up the stuffies - and putting them in the toybox when asked. Arrival Story: It was apparent to us that Zeus desperatley needed a canine friend and companion, and there was never a doubt in our minds, that we would have another Bullmastiff. I just so happened to meet a lady here on Dogster, and I told her that we were thinking about starting the search for a new family member. As it turned out, just she was about to whelp her first litter of Bullmastiffs! The day that Grace was born that a hot pink identification collar was slapped on Grace -- I pointed to her picture and said, "I WANT THAT ONE!". I fawned over her for quite some time, while my other half insisted that we didn't have the money to purchase a puppy with that price-tag at that time. I begged. I pleaded. It was pathetic. We soon missed our opportunity, and the puppy known as "Pink" was soon sold to a great family a world away, where she was intended for the show ring with her new owner as her handler. I was heartbroken, but there was nothing I could do. Months later, I got a life changing e-mail. Grace, as her new family had named her, needed a new forever home because of some un-fortunate circumstances. Jumping at the opportunity, I immediatley contacted Grace's new owner and began to wheel and deal with her to get Grace home to us. It wasn't but a couple of weeks after the inital e-mail that plans to fly Grace to us from Michigan had been arranged. I remember the man at the airport wheeling her out (@ 37 pounds) and seeing that little adorable face and sparkling eyes peeking at me through the crate door. The beautiful moment was immediately ruined by the sweaty airline man yelling, "THIS IS NO PUPPY! IT'S A BEAST!" She hopped out of her crate, did her business, jumped in the truck and laid in the middle of us on our way home -- and away she went to her new life with us without ever looking back, like she was supposed to be here all along. We retired her early from the show ring, as we didn't have the time she needed put into the rigorious event -- nor did she meet the standard the way one should. However, she is certianly the champion of our hearts -- with our without all the blue ribbons! Bio: Miss Grace? How'd you get that name? My previous owners named me Grace, or actually Gracie. Mom thought that with me already coming to a new home, that it would probably be confusing to switch my name up on me. (She was going to name me "Carmella".) Then came the part where I got my "official" AKC name. Mom just could not decide. After months of careful consideration, she chose "[Kennel Name's] Goodness Gracious" because when I was a puppy and would do wrong (which happened a LOT!) she would yell, "Oh, my! GOODNESS GRACIOUS!" and volia! There you have it!
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Is the rest of your family as good looking as you are, Miss Grace? You bet your sweet little patootie they are! Many of my siblings (Duke, Pearl, Ruphus, Jade and General Titus) are here on Dogster also. Let me give you a shamless plug to my most favorite (and best looking if I may say so) brother General Titus. Take a peek ladies. You won't be dissapointed! And don't forget to visit my beautiful sister, Jade! Looks, class, beauty! What else could you want in a girl! We love you, Jade!
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If you could click your ruby red shoes together, Miss Grace, and go anywhere, where would it be and why? I'd sit on my blue tube in the sunshine all day, everyday!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~
An interesting fact: Truth be known, it is our understanding Grace is actually a legitamate twin! Check out Grace's twin brother Ruphus. They even look alike! Grace and Ruphus were the only two "true Reds" in their litter, are both smaller than the usual Bullmastiff, are both "ripped"/extremely muscular and agile, and both have the exact same features! Just when you think you've had enough Grace, you find out there's another one (Uhm, boy version) of her!
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Did you know? That Grace is a Bullmastiff MIDGET? Okay, maybe I should just call her petite! Currently weighing in at a massive 95 pounds, she is super tiny! Shorter than your average Labrador, but with 3x more muscle, Grace is a sight to see! Like a miniature body builder! Forums Motto: Grizzy Grace. <3 The Groups I'm In: PETS for OBAMA, Bodacious Bullmastiffs, Concerned Owners for Vaccination Education, No Breed is a Bad Breed, Why would I eat yellow corn meal ? The Last Forum I Posted In: Bullmastiff Breeders I've Been On Dogster Since:
For all those who knew and loved Grace, and do not know me outside of the Dogster community, I bring to you the bad news.
The word lost one heck of a dog, probably the only bomb-proof canine I will ever own on Saturday September 8th, 2012. She went from completely normal and funtional to literally not being able to stand on her own and eat out of weakness almost overnight. A mass, hemangiosarcoma, on her liver was her demise. She went with grace and dignity, just as she lived her life and was so brave never showing me a sign of weakness or hurt.
I loved her dearly, and despite the love I have for all of my dogs, know for a fact there will never be a dog I can trust so fully and completely, be so flawless and graceful and be such a companion.
I loved her with every fiber of my being and she truly helped me through my darkest days in life. She will always and forever be part of my makeup and helped to transform me into the human I am today.
I love you so much, Gigi. Say hello to your brother for me, and remind him how much I love and adore you both.
Last week Mom was vacuuming up a storm - she was going at it something ferocious!
I was in one of my "the world revolves around me" moods and was literally right under her feet the whole time - and when she'd bend over with the hose portion to suck something up - I'd get a flying heat butt slash kiss in. She was quite perturbed by the whole fiasco - but I didn't mind at all since I was happy - and frankly that's all the mattered.
She had shunned me away once again and I meandered into the other room to mind my own business. Forget her - I don't need her!
What happend in the next sixty seconds shall be a secret that I take to my grave - and I'll leave it at that.
Mom had set her cell phone on the counter top - right below where the cord was plugged into the outlet.
She turned as to get every last portion of the carpet spick and span - when she noticed me with my brow forming quizzical puzzled expression tilting my head to the right looking deep down into my water bowl. Usually she wouldn't think much of this - as I have some sort of irrational obsession with the water bowl - but the expression alone gave it away. Had she noticed sixty seconds later my next reflex would have been to run for the hills and never to have been caught at the scene of the crime - but blast it all! I was caught red pawed.
She quickly skipped over and looked in my water bowl - and what to her wondering eyes did appear? But her cell phone sitting face up sunk down to the deep deep murky bottom of the depth of the doggie water bowl.
Luckily her next move was to yank it out and begin to panic - as I was sure I was going to be put on the chopping block for the incident - but she didn't have time to think. The cell phone is her only single solitary line to Dad - and her world was a-spinn' thinking about it.
When she settled down and had detached the battery from it's unit and buried her phone in an airtight container full of rice - (which I still don't understand, but whatever) - she got to thinking about what possible ways the cell phone could have ended up in the bottom of the water bowl.
a.) The vacuum cord knocked it off.
b.) Grace counter surfed and did it.
I think she tried pretty hard not to blame me - but in her heart of hearts I'm pretty sure she thinks I done it - I know she does. Either way she learned her lesson - do not sit the cell phone near the dog's water bowl.
I am happy to report that her cell phone is in pristine working condition with not even the slightest glitch or hint to the incident.
What actually happened that fine afternoon? No puppy shall ever know - but let this be a lesson to you - never stick around the scene of a crime. Scram! Skedaddle! Get yourself the heck out of there! This just as easily could have turned out very differently - in which case I would probably be standing on the street corner holding my food bowl out begging for some Kibbles'n Bits returning to my cardboard box for the night.
Go lay yourself on the bed, cross your paws and place your head most angelically on those paws and sing a sweet sleeping snooze tune! Nobody could ever suspect a sleeping angel! Scotch free!
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