I am not one for writing long posts, but here goes...
To fully understand this story you have to go back to the beginning. We first acquired Poppy, a young female Great Pyr, from a family who was traveling though southern Alberta. They were visiting from Brazil but when they saw Poppy, cold, wet and thin, wandering beside the highway, they could not leave her. So they opened their car door, took her in, spent most of the day trying to find an owner, but no one in the area would claim her.
Poppy was taken to a vet and he determined her to be a young spayed female with a hard to read tattoo. I contacted some Great Pyr breeders but no one got back to me.
We picked her up in Ponoka and drove her home. Though she was a sweet and submissive dog with people, we soon foound out she was nasty and aggressive with other animals, and would not lead. If she didn't want to move you would have to pick her up and carry her.
So where did she fit in our farm? I struggled with keeping her. She was not to be trusted. After working with her for over half a year I thought she could do night patrol. All the animals were locked up and she ran around scaring off the predators. Perfect! Best of all she hated ravens and would chase them unmercifully.
So after 3/4 of a year she had a place with us and could be trusted...or so I thought.
Last week we found out why she was found running loose almost a year ago. A thunderstorm came up when Poppy was patrolling and the last thing I saw of her was a white streak racing to the gate. When the storm had abated she was gone. Cleared the 5' fence. Then I remembered she was found last year after a series of thunderstorms. I had little hope of seeing her again.
Well, I was wrong. I came home tonight and there she was, and boy, had her attitude improved. She was playful and happy, bouncing around Basque, the other Pyr, much to his surprise. Only a week ago she still wanted to rip his face off! I popped her in a kennel with some food and water and I plan to put the cats away and let her out with Basque to see if this improved attitude sticks.
Phew! After a week of stress and worry a new and improved dog has made her way home. Miracles do happen!
To fully understand this story you have to go back to the beginning. We first acquired Poppy, a young female Great Pyr, from a family who was traveling though southern Alberta. They were visiting from Brazil but when they saw Poppy, cold, wet and thin, wandering beside the highway, they could not leave her. So they opened their car door, took her in, spent most of the day trying to find an owner, but no one in the area would claim her.
Poppy was taken to a vet and he determined her to be a young spayed female with a hard to read tattoo. I contacted some Great Pyr breeders but no one got back to me.
We picked her up in Ponoka and drove her home. Though she was a sweet and submissive dog with people, we soon foound out she was nasty and aggressive with other animals, and would not lead. If she didn't want to move you would have to pick her up and carry her.
So where did she fit in our farm? I struggled with keeping her. She was not to be trusted. After working with her for over half a year I thought she could do night patrol. All the animals were locked up and she ran around scaring off the predators. Perfect! Best of all she hated ravens and would chase them unmercifully.
So after 3/4 of a year she had a place with us and could be trusted...or so I thought.
Last week we found out why she was found running loose almost a year ago. A thunderstorm came up when Poppy was patrolling and the last thing I saw of her was a white streak racing to the gate. When the storm had abated she was gone. Cleared the 5' fence. Then I remembered she was found last year after a series of thunderstorms. I had little hope of seeing her again.
Well, I was wrong. I came home tonight and there she was, and boy, had her attitude improved. She was playful and happy, bouncing around Basque, the other Pyr, much to his surprise. Only a week ago she still wanted to rip his face off! I popped her in a kennel with some food and water and I plan to put the cats away and let her out with Basque to see if this improved attitude sticks.
Phew! After a week of stress and worry a new and improved dog has made her way home. Miracles do happen!