Well....
I've always loved dogs. My mom was one of those psycho NO PETS people. She hates dirt and hair. But, for some reason, she let me get a puppy when I tured 7. So, Millie was my first dog. WAIT NO! My first dog was a German Shepherd Dog that I had when I was a baby. But, someone stole him. I don't remember him at all....anyway. ..hahaha....Mi llie was some sort of beagle mix. She was about 40 pounds. She was always a bit psycho, and when my parents got divorced, she tried to bite my step-mom (I don't blame her at all) and my dad put her down.
Anyway...I can't remember when I fell in love with big dogs. I've wanted a Mastiff ever since I can remember. Its funny, Babs that you said that about asking for a big dog when you got married. That's what I've always told my boyfriend. "I won't marry you until I can get a big dog" Of course, he's always agreed...but not until I graduate college and we buy a house.
I fell in love with Newfs when I read Rhoda Lerman's book, "In the Company of Newfies." My dog is a Newf mix, and he is one in a million, but I just thought that was him. Rhoda's book cemented the fact that its a Newf temperment that makes him so special.