She was the most magnificent dog ever taking care of our Nubian dairy goats, cats, chickens and us. She was the consummate peace maker. We had a male cat named Lucky. One day a big ginger boy we called Marmalade decided he was going to take over Lucky's kingdom. They got into a real fight. Detta walked over to the ball of fury, claws and teeth and stuck her muzzle in. Without a bark or snarl the two cats ceased fighting and she walked with Marmalade to the fence line, as if saying, come back when you can behave.
Her son Laban was just like his Mom. Our youngest granddaughter used to put toy binoculars around his neck and a sweater over his back like a saddle. He just put up with every and anything from his peeps (goats and humans). The baby goats would stand on him with their pointy little hooves. Sadly Pyrs and other giant breeds aren't long lived, but the upside is we have gotten to know so many. Our present two are not pure bred, 3/4 Pyr and 1/4 Maremma. They take care of our dwindling herd.
We are too old to make it through kidding season. My wife and I always did birthing together. If there was need of assistance I held the Mom to be and she would pull the kid. I am still strong enough myself but she has become increasingly frail. Getting old is not for sissies!
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