Sweet Goat Farm
Westport, MA

Great Pyrenees (livestock guardians)


Bear - 5 weeks

 

Gabby, Dad, & Bear in the pen - December 2011
 
Greta & Bentley - Cherry & Webb Beach, Westport, December 2009


Our goat mentor (Anne Petersen, of Rosasharn Farms in Rehoboth, MA) has raised Nigerian Dwarf goats and Great Pyrenees livestock guardian dogs for over 20 years.  After seeing her numerous dogs at work protecting her herd in her barns and fields, we purchased a male puppy (Bear) from her in May 2010.  To keep him company in the pen/barn, we brought home his half sister (Gabby) before Thanksgiving 2010. 

Bear is a strapping, handsome boy, weighing in at over 100 lb. with a thick, luscious coat that allows him to lounge in deep snow comfortably.  His half-sister, Gabby, is a petite sweetheart who loves to give kisses. 



Great Pyrenees are very smart (and very stubborn) dogs with a regal history.  Beginning in the 1600's they were used extensively in the Pyrenees mountains between France and Spain to guard large herds of sheep from predators like wolves and bear.  Great Pyrs are so smart that they could be left alone with the herd for days, and be trusted to protect them. 

In our experience, the intelligence can make for challenging training, especially in a dog with a strong personality.  But they are generally gentle giants and exhibit deep love and affection for their human owners. 

In September 2012 we added a boxer puppy to our family.  Ollie is smart, fresh, and one of the biggest boxer boys we've ever seen.

 
SAD NEWS: We bid farewell in January 2011 to our beloved Boxer matriarch, Greta, and in May 2012 to her sweet younger brother, Bentley.

In our minds Greta's days are now filled with runs on the beach, jaunts in the woods, naps in the sun, eating roast chicken, roughhousing with Dad and making her funny Gremlin growls, licking her brother's face clean, and rubbing her wet or dirty or freshly bathed body on the living room couch slipcovers. Bentley is busy eating crab shells on the beach, chasing deer in the woods, barking at the vacuum cleaner, thumping his tail hello, begging for cheese, and waiting patiently to lick the ice cream bowl clean.  We will always remember his crooked jaw and dangling tongue, his expressive tail, and his sweet, sweet disposition.

We cremated Greta and buried her ashes with her brother at our new farm, where their grave has a serene view of the back pastures.  RIP, sweet pups, you will always be close in our hearts.
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