Trusting Bear

I brought Polar Bear Yeti T. Dog home from the shelter when she was four months old. I was apprehensive about adopting a young large dog, but I got lots of encouragement from blogging pals and 3D pals who’d had Great Pyrenees dogs themselves. Marilyn of Serendipity in particular was very encouraging telling me I’d have a big friend who’d lean against me. I did research on them and learned that they are low energy dogs.

I’d seen two at work at a farm near Del Norte and they were impressive dogs. They shared their duties with two llamas who took the day shift. My friend and I arrived at the farm at the moment the shifts were changed. The llamas went into the pen with the goats, and the Pyrenees went to sleep in the shade by a barn.

Even after seeing this, I didn’t fully appreciate the nature of a livestock guardian dog, but the moment I brought Bear home, I began my education.

When I adopted her, I thought Polar Bear Yeti T. Dog was a mix of Pyrenees and Husky because of her blue eyes. Later I learned that she is an Akbash, an ancient breed from Turkey. Like the Great Pyrenees, the Akbash is also a giant breed white dog, but one that can have blue eyes (considered a fault). Akbash and Pyrenees are bred to do the same job, live with and guard sheep, one of the planet’s dumbest and most easily upset mammals (other than humans). They are equally effective guarding one of the planet’s smartest and most, uh, capricious animals, the goat.

Generally the Akbash is more slender and long-legged than the Pyrenees, a more graceful and less cumbersome breed (not that I find the Great Pyrenees “cumbersome” and neither would a bear). The Akbash and the Pyrenees are both undaunted, courageous, fast and able to protect their fleecy charges from bears, cougars, wolves and coyotes. ❤

So here’s Bear. She set about making friends with Mindy and Dusty, the dogs who were already here. Mindy, my exceedingly sweet elderly Australian shepherd, was ready immediately to love Bear. Dusty, a dobie/Lab mix, wasn’t sure. He’d recently had his heart broken when his remaining Siberian husky sister/mother, Lily, had died at age 17. Dusty had known Lily all his life and loved her more than anyone, even me.

Bear observed Dusty and Mindy and did what they did. She was house-broken in four hours, almost without my teaching, and never made a “mistake” in the house. She never went for their food, deferred to Dusty if he wanted hers (that happened only once) and generally did everything she could to fit in and get along. She showed no signs of being the “wild thing” that huskies are. Having owned (or been a roommate to?) six huskies, I found it bewildering that this puppy was so completely calm.

Bed time approached and I began the formerly always easy task of enticing a new dog in and out of their new crate. Bear wasn’t having it. Mindy went in and out; Dusty went in and out; but Bear, no. No way. I was exasperated. I took her to my room so that if she needed out, I’d know. She wasn’t having that, either. Finally, I wanted to sleep more than I wanted to train this puppy. I put her in the living room with Dusty and Mindy. When I got up at 4 to let her out, I found her sound asleep on the floor, back-to-back with Dusty T. Dog.

I felt as if the words, “You have to trust me. I was bred to take care of things, not mess them up” hung in the air over Bear like a cartoon balloon.

The thing is, Bear is ALWAYS good within the realm of her breeding and understanding of me. When my wishes and her training conflict with her nature, though, I have no authority. A livestock guardian dog cooperates with her person until there is a threat or she perceives a threat — a barking dog, a barking person, a wild-beast (cat, raccoon, whatever) wandering the alley. Out in the big empty when we see ungulates, Bear is extraordinarily calm. She sits beside me and looks at them, watches them. That she makes these distinctions is really beautiful.

The one thing I cannot trust her to do is come back when she’s called if we’re out in the Big Empty. Her breed was not meant to live in a little house with an old lady and a yard. Their nature is to roam freely for miles and miles with their sheep or goats.

Bear THINKS that’s what we’re doing on a walk. She checks the environment for signs of change, animals who haven’t been there before or that are not where they’re supposed to be. Her mind holds an encyclopedia of information about each of the places in which we frequently walk. Taking her to a new place means she needs relative freedom to examine the territory and learn who and what make up that place consistently. This is how she learns what to expect so that next time, if something’s out of place, she can be on her guard. These animals recognize threats partly by noticing changes, so when I take her somewhere new — as I did when I decided to take her to walk at the Wildlife Refuge — she is eager to smell and inventory everything around us and she leaves copious markings of her own. It’s so interesting to me. Let’s say we walk a mile in one direction. On the way OUT Bear is 100% attentive to everything. We stop frequently so she can look around (well, me too) because Akbash dogs have, and use, keen vision. On our return, Bear walks close beside me, her discoveries completed, the inventory taken.

In a few days, Polar Bear Yeti T. Dog will be five years old. She’s sitting here now, leaning against me. She’s just brought in a rawhide pencil that has been buried out in her minefield and she’s brushing her teeth. It would be enough that she’s a good dog, but she’s more than that. She’s a good friend that I can — literally — trust with my life.

The featured photo looks to be a blue-eyed Akbash at work. ❤

19 thoughts on “Trusting Bear

  1. I feel like I have watched her growing through our blogging life together. I remember her puppy days and now she is a big girl, a mega girl.

    • You have watched her grow up! I’m probably pretty tedious blogging about her so much, but OH well. I’m kind of crazy about her. ❤

  2. We each have a big dog. Different breeds – mine is an Alaskan Malamute – with different traits and personalities, but we both trust them with our lives.
    Our Aussies? Great dogs, wonderful members of the pack, but…just not the same.

    • On a farm, Bear and Teddy would be a team. They behave that way here. Teddy guards from inside the house. Bear outside the house. They love each other so much, too. I did get Teddy “for” Bear. I love it when they both come for hugs at the same time and I have my arms full of sweet hairy dogs. My second dog was a Malamute/Aussie mix — kind of Conall and Finn in one!

  3. “[o]ne of the planet’s dumbest and most easily upset mammals (other than humans).” You’re on a roll today, Martha, delightful & droll!

    A number of my probationers have, over the years, come in with a variety of serious wounds incurred, they claimed, by tripping over their underfoot dog. While many of them have been elderly people, I have often suspected the true culprit was one form or another of controlled substance. As much as you write about your dogs & your osteo issues, I’ve always worried about you tripping over one of them. But from the things you say, it seems to me that, for most of the folks I mentioned above, it was probably more their fault than their pets’. In any case, stay safe. I am grateful you have Bear to take such good care of you.

    • My dogs are very aware of my mobility struggles. They know how to respond. I suspect your clients are not tripping over their dogs. If they were sheep? Yikes!

  4. What a beautiful peek into the the way of life with a dog. I have never owned a pet. Probably because when I was a kid we had a beagle for a few years – which was mistreated (I see now) by my mother and always looked sad and was rarely playful. I really enjoyed reading your tales of dog ownership and the amazing bond that can grow. Bear is gorgeous and I love the tag lines on the photos 🙂

    • Thank you. I never got to keep a dog when I was growing up, either. We also had a beagle for a short time and a red dog I brought home. Finally, my senior year in high school, I got to keep a puppy my boyfriend had given me, but I moved out soon after. It’s been one of the greatest things in my life to share so much of it with so many great dogs. ❤

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