He was the gentlest dog I have ever had, gentle even for a Pyrenees. Just an amazing dog, he would just silently show up at your side for attention and then move on when he had enough. Based on his behaviors he was a Live Stock Guard dog in his early life, and had a deep booming bark and a earthquake rumbling growl, all mostly for show in his time with us. He was affectionately known as the "hobstacle" for his ability to always being laying where you need to be, usually in front of the stove or the refrigerator (a #110 dog is an obstacle no matter what but he brought it to an art form). He was a great companion and I'm honored to have given him is "forever" home. I figure he was right around 13 years old (old even for a Pyrenees) when he passed on.
|This is my rawhide, I'm saving it for later|