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Welcome to Hocus Pocus Mastiffs!

Home of the Black Brindle Mastiff


We are located in the beautiful Upper Cumberland plateau of Middle Tennessee, midway between Nashville and Knoxville. We have been breeding Old English mastiffs for more than a decade, and we do some limited showing, mainly in the Southeastern U.S.  We specialize in black brindle mastiffs, the darkest brindles and apricots, and reverse brindles.  While we breed for the Old English standard of MCOA, we also focus on health, longevity, and temperament.  Many of the dogs in our lines have exceeded 10 years of age. All of our dogs are raised with children, and with other animals. They are socialized from birth, and have been exposed to many different situations and people, and are what we like to think of as "bomb-proof" personality-wise. They are protective, as mastiffs were meant to be, without being aggressive. While we are a small kennel, usually having only one to two litters of puppies a year, we really enjoy being able to share the *magic* that these proud guardians bring to every life they touch.




"We give dogs time we can spare, space we can spare and love we can spare.
And in return, dogs give us their all. It's the best deal man has ever made."

 - M.Facklam  


What is a breeder? 

    *  A Breeder (with a capital B) is one who thirsts for knowledge and never really knows it all, one who wrestles with decisions of conscience, convenience, and commitment.
    * A Breeder is one who sacrifices personal interests, finances, time, friendships, fancy furniture, and deep pile carpeting! She gives up the dreams of a long, luxurious cruise in favor of turning that all important Show into this year's "vacation."
    * A Breeder goes without sleep (but never without coffee) in hours spent planning a breeding or watching anxiously over the birth process, and afterwards, over every little sneeze, wiggle or cry.
    * A Breeder skips dinner parties because that litter is due or the babies have to be fed at eight. She disregards birth fluids and put mouth to mouth to save a gasping newborn, literally blowing life into a tiny, helpless creature that may be the culmination of a lifetime of dreams.
    * A Breeder's lap is a marvelous place where generations of proud and noble champions once snoozed. A Breeder's hands are strong and firm and often soiled, but ever so gentle and sensitive to the thrusts of a puppy's wet nose.
    * A Breeder's back and knees are usually arthritic from stooping, bending and sitting in the whelping box, but are strong enough to enable the Breeder to show the next choice pup to a Championship.
    * A Breeder's shoulders are stooped and often heaped with abuse from competitors, but they're wide enough to support the weight of a thousand defeats and frustrations.
    * A Breeder's arms are always able to wield a map, support an armful of puppies, or lend a helping hand to a newcomer.
    * A Breeder's ears are wondrous things, sometimes red (from being talked about) or strangely shaped (from being pressed against a phone receiver counseling puppy owners), often deaf to criticism, yet always fine-tuned to the whimper of a sick puppy.
    * A Breeder's eyes are often blurred from pedigree research, lack of sleep,  and sometimes blind to her own dog's faults, but they are ever so keen to the competitions faults and are always searching for the perfect specimen.
    * A Breeder's brain is foggy on faces, but it can recall pedigrees faster than an IBM computer. It's so full of knowledge that sometimes it blows a fuse: it catalogues thousands of good boning, fine ears, and perfect heads, and buries in the soul the failures and the ones that didn't turn out.
    * The Breeder's heart is often broken, but it beats strongely with hope everlasting... and it's always in the right place!
Oh, yes, there are breeders and then, there are BREEDERS!!!

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