This is Rags, our Komondor puppy in 1982. We had about 20 sheep then and he lived out in the fields as their guardian. He didn't want to sleep in the house and told us so one day when we shut him in the basement while we went to town. When we arrived home he had been playing with a large cardboard box full of toilet rolls. They were still recognizable but were just a little soggy and perforated to the core. Rags slept in the barn and was extremely protective. His fight with the bear etc. etc. . .
Just trying to see if I can get this blog thing to work.