Bear
Bear was a very sweet dog who was dedicated to his
natural role of guardian dog. He wanted to be out of the house
and keeping an eye on everything. Loose, he would patrol
the local hill sides to make sure predators were not causing problems. He
was every inch the working guardian dog and his people came in
second to his work. Consequently he was never as close as I wished
we would be. I think this was a case of picking the wrong
breed for the personality I wanted in a dog. I loved him
and cared for him. He in turn gave what he could back in
the time he felt he could spare from his guarding animals and property. Of
all the dogs in my life he was the one I was least close to. Its
not his fault though. He did what he was bred to do and
was very sweet. I just needed more of a companion dog in
my life. When he was three I got my first Irish Wolfhound,
Lacey.
Bear died from bone cancer at the age of five. He
was a fine example of his breed, a very sweet tempered dedicated
livestock guardian dog. I wish he had lived out his expected
lifespan.
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