Last week my son and I drove to Arkansas to get a puppy. He's about five months old, of mixed parentage, and a monster-sized puppy.

So, why did we go so far to get this particular dog? Because his father is Dawg, who used to live with us.

Dawg watched over our sheep for several years, but when we sold the sheep he was lonely. Since we had six other big dogs at the time, I found Dawg a new home, which happened to be in Arkansas.

Dawg had fathered a litter of pups for us too several years ago. I found them all new homes, but after the last two pups matured and I heard how well they were working, I wished I'd kept them.

Since we lost our two great Pyrenees dogs this spring, I went looking for a new dog or two; Juliet came to live with us, and I learned that Dawg was a father again.

Dawg is half great Pyrenees and half all-American-mutt; the pup's mother is half great Pyrenees and half mastiff.

Since Cracker is half great Pyrenees we expected him to be white, but he is fawn-yellow with a black face: mastiff coloring. A very special little boy named him Cracker. When asked why, he said "because that's what color he is!"

Cracker rode home on my lap. He barely fit on my lap, but my son's back seat was stuffed with miscellany and there was no room for a monster puppy back there.

The little boy's mother warned me that Cracker would drool, and he did. I even caught that drool in my photo.

When we arrived home, I carried the monster puppy to the pen in the backyard where the goatlings had grown up. I put him in, closed the gate to the pen, closed the gate to the backyard, closed the gate to the barnyard, and as we walked towards the front door we realized that Cracker was following right behind us.

I carried him back again - he's heavy! - and put him in the kennel that makes up part of that goat pen. He stayed there overnight, then had access to the whole backyard goat pen for a few days (after I fixed the hole in the gate).

When I'm not able to keep an eye on him, Cracker is in the pen in the backyard. We walk down the hill to the horse barn several times a day, and check out the front yard too. He's growing in confidence, and has a nice warning bark at night. I think he'll turn out to be exactly what we need.


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1 comment

  1. Looks like he's going to be a real blessing to you Kathi. :) So happy you were able to get one already "related" :) :) Praying for you!


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