This is Kuma. She’s our big bear of a dog – a Caucasian Shepherd. We got her as a guardian for 3 bratty Pomeranians, and she does her job well.
She quickly grew too big to play with them, so we got her a German Shepherd puppy as a playmate. Those two get along great, and do a fantastic job guarding the farm (and the Poms).
When Kota, the GSD, was about 6 months old, he went outside for his usual morning routine, but ran off as fast as lightning. A large coyote was sniffing around the chicken coop, and he was fast enough to grab it by the hind leg.
I was leashing Kuma in the house when I heard a scuffle. Although Kota was big even then, I did not want him to get into a scrap with a full-grown coyote. He yelped, and I let go of Kuma’s leash.
She charged. I raced after her with a big stick, ready to help my dogs. I didn’t need to. That coyote didn’t stand a chance. She hit it like a locomotive, and picked it up clear off the ground, throwing into the side of the barn. She was on it before it hit the ground, slamming that coyote all over the place. Poor Kota (he was unharmed) just stood there in shock.
There wasn’t much left afterwards. Kuma turned around with her big goofy dog grin and happily went for a nap after checking Kota to make sure he was ok. I cleaned her up, and cleaned up the mess. She did exactly what she was bred to do – protect her family.