Nobody told me what a Presa was. Nobody told me what they were worth. A friend of mine just had puppies and said hey man, I really need you to take one of these because I can't afford them. So I took one.
She was so sweet and tiny and cute, she became my baby. She was so energetic and sweet. Then she got bigger, and bigger, and big to the point where if it wasn't for her temperament I would be afraid of her.
I'm sitting here typing this at 10:00 at night and my big fat scary girl is curled up next to my girlfriend happy as a lark. Sometimes I just look at her in awe. A Presa Canario British Mastiff mix. How can she be so big and scary and be such a sweet little baby girl?
The only aggression she has ever shown in her entire life is when she has attacked pitbulls. I'm not ashamed to admit I've used every legal trick, payoff, and favour from my cop girlfriend to keep her from being put down due to her killing other animals that act aggressively towards us.
I've had a lot of pets my entire life, but my baby and my formerly abused kitty are the only 2 pets I've ever had that I feel a REAL emotional bond with.