Some close friends have always had bullmastiffs. You haven’t seen drool.
Then there was the mastiff proper I met in the parking lot of our local burger joint. He knew he was about to get a soft serve ice cream. There was a river of drool at his feet!
*There was a river of drool at his feet!*
This is all *my* fault.....pooch always gets the *last* bite on my plate.....he *knows* it is coming.......drip. Drip. Drip. I admit....it’s my bad habit of allowing the treat.