bob
It's better to have two hands than one glove.
She was our best friend, our constant companion, and our protector. She was a Komondor, the best of all breeds. She came to us in the spring of 1999, a ball of fur on an airplane from Virginia. We were losing ducks and geese daily and feared for our gaggle Barbados sheep. From the day Efie came to live with us there was never a feather or tuft of fur out of place. She was the definitive livestock guard dog.
She left us an elegant old lady, unable to rise, unable to walk, but with a dignity that was unbelievable. She was one hell of a dog and the only reason I'm posting this is that the passing of such a rare and special friend should not go unnoticed.
She left us an elegant old lady, unable to rise, unable to walk, but with a dignity that was unbelievable. She was one hell of a dog and the only reason I'm posting this is that the passing of such a rare and special friend should not go unnoticed.