Casper & Cali (different owners) are both therapy dogs. They do hospitals, nursing homes, libraries and schools. Casper's "pics" are from a book marker given out at the library and a fridge magnet given out elsewhere.
Calis' pics are from one of her trips to a local school, where the chldren read about Amadaus, the traveling Great Pyr. His "mom" donated the set of books and bought another for herself. The lovely lady in white is Donna, Cali's mom.
If I can ever get my mother out of the hospital and back on her feet, we're going to get Beau and Arwen certified, then Carol & I will take Casper, Beau & Arwen out in a team and (hopefully) meet up with Donna. I can just see us now..3 women with these 4 big, white dogs, marching in together~lol
My own dogs and all of the pups are with children, raised with children. They simply ignore pokes, prods and tugs as well as being used as a pillow or "blankie".
To have had a VET tell me how nasty this breed is, what lousy temperments they have, how aggressive they are was astonishing (to say the least).
Only one of them (that includes my lost girl Angel, Beau and all 10 of the "pups"), Ubs is "skittish around new things or people...and THAT stems from the year he spent away from us. Even with that, he's right there as a "plush" toy and retreats to his bed if uncomfortable (in my bedroom), no show of aggression EVER in any of these dogs.
If I had been a new, 1st time owner when I saw her, I'd have broken the sound barrier to get Angel back to the breeder, for fear of having her eat one of the grandchildren. The fact that she was twice my size (and I'm BIG), that Ubs was lying with his head on my foot, sleeping and the fact that the Vet techs (who each weigh about 90#s wringing wet) had done the rectal, blood draw, nail clipping, etc..without the poor guy so much as blinking, BEFORE she came into the exam room, ughhhhhhhh.
She was TERRIFIED of this sleeping dog! The techs love all of them (my crew). He had been patient and tolerated all the pokes, prods and jabs with nothing more than a wet kiss on the cheek to the last tech in the room, then settled down to snooze on my foot while waiting for the vet. As she edged around the room, as FAR from him as she could get, she kept asking me, "Is it SAFE"..I'm sitting there thinking, is WHAT safe? Reminded me of the Dustin Hoffman movie, Marathon Man!
Big, bad, viscious Pyr that Ubs is, he sat up and simply looked at me as if to say, "What the heck is HER problem"....then he did nothing more than sit and stand as she asked while she examined him.