We have a ton of lambs outside. Mewling and bleating and skipping and gamboling. There is a game they play where they creep up to the sleeping guard dog. Closer and closer and closer until...one of the lambs dares to touch her and--
Rrrruff!
They scatter, the dog goes back to sleep, and five minutes later the lambs come creeping back.
Tundra is our guard dog, a beautiful Great Pyrenees whose gentle nature with the kids, the lambs, and our house dog is matched by a fierce and protective ferocity when coyotes come near. Seriously, we have seen her rip a coyote into shreds. Since we got her we have had zero kills among our little flock. And that's good news.
But I wonder sometimes, what she is really thinking? Protect the little helpless lambs?
2 comments:
Oh my goodness, she is GORGEOUS!! Actually they all are. I'm a little envious of this.
WONDERFUL post! We've got a St. Bernard who looks at many things at lunch. Or toys. lol. Your baby might be a tad bigger than mine though! I'm enjoying your blog. :o)
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