Bull Mastiff -

For centuries, his ancestors had been bred for this exact purpose: to protect the sprawling grounds from poachers. Unlike other guard dogs that barked to alert their masters, Barnaby was taught the art of the silent ambush. He didn't want to scare the intruders away; he wanted to catch them.

As two shadows crept toward the pheasant pens, Barnaby closed the distance. When he was only a few feet away, he didn't use his teeth. Instead, he used his greatest weapon—his 130-pound frame. With one explosive movement, he pinned the lead poacher to the ground, standing over him with a massive head and a heavy, pinning weight. He didn't bite; he simply held the man captive, his deep breathing the only sound in the night until the gamekeeper arrived with a lantern. bull mastiff

Tonight, the snap of a dry twig near the perimeter fence signaled a visitor. Barnaby didn't growl. He didn't even stiffen. He simply melted into the darkness, his heavy paws moving with a surprising, velvet-like grace. For centuries, his ancestors had been bred for