Like a shepherd gently lead them

My thoughts exactly Lori. Anyone who could think about muttering the words,"Its just a dog"  should read this story.  How touching.  What a wonderful display of the caring nature of animals.  Some humans could learn form them.[&:]

Beautiful story - thanks so much for sharing.  We have so much to learn from them! 

Aren't dogs amazing beings?

wow.

Aren't dogs amazing beings?

 
I couldn't have said it better.  Tully, you are a good dog!

What a great story. Wonderful dog.

Thank you for posting that. Sometimes things *are* all right with the world.

What a wonderful story!!  ... we really need to see many more photos of those white heros you have. 
 
Really, a lovely story.
 
I've gotta say it again, I LOVE dogs [sm=proud.gif]

Have to chime in and agree, a lovely, lovely story!
 
Thanks for sharing!

God, I love dogs! Tully you're a Good Boy!

I'm glad y'all enjoyed it.  I just had to share little throat lump-y moment.  I wish I had a picture of that silent giant quietly pacing alongside that blind youngster out of the lights around the house, into the dark pasture.

If we have some time this weekend, it will be time for the spring grooming on these guys (they look awful while they are blowing coat!) and then I'll get some more piccies.  I especially want to get more of Lu - she's a little shier and, sad to say, she's pushing nine and I don't know how much longer she's got.  She's mixed with Pyr so I don't know whether she'll take after that (no more than ten) or her Maremma side (as old as fifteen).

These are beautiful, amazing dogs.  I'm really honored to share our lives with them.

Oh, here's a funny Tully story:  last week the sheep got out, the whole flock, and wandered through the woods about a mile down the road.  The guard dogs went with them, of course.

My landlord knocked on my door to tell me that the sheep were down at his mom's house.  I grabbed Doug the Dog and we went down.

There was his wiry little mom, has to be in her 70s and all of 90 pounds, swinging her broom at the sheep to fend them out of her pansy bed.  I covered my eyes in horror because we turned the corner just in time to see Tully decide that he needed to take action against this threat to his sheep!

Fortunately these dogs smart enough to judge the level of a threat and they are bred and trained NEVER to hurt a person.  Tully simply grabbed the broom and tried to yank it out of her hand.  "Mom" hung on however and they tugged back and forth silently until I yelled, "GET BACK" at Tully (which means, leave that - it's my deal).    Tully rolled his eyes back at me like he was saying, "You sure about that?"  Then he snorted and said,  clear as anything, "You just don't know what you're getting into - this one's TOUGH!"  and headed the sheep off, back to our property.

I am picturing an elderly female Boyd wielding the broom of death. Oh my, that is so hysterical. I hope they saw the humor in the situation. [sm=biggrin.gif]

Tully you are something else.  I love to hear your stories.  Tell your mom to give ya some skritches from me.