Rescue Kuvasz to MY Rescue !!

Robert Denlinger September 11, 2001

With all the tragedies of today, I suppose this may seem paltry and uninteresting to many. For this I apologize. But, as I was adding it to my journals-de-LGD here, I thought I'd pass it along to y'all.

Early this morning I waded through the fog to the foaling paddock. That's the area over there where the lambs also are during those times. Right now it's occupied by a stallion and two mares. Big mares. In fact, Rosie is over there and I needed to fetch her for work. We had a lot of field work to do. So I set off, halter in hand.

Walked around the horse barn and discovered Bear, my arthritic Rescue Kuvasz and best friend, had joined me. Soon, Abbey, the GP, tagged along. Foaling Paddock is the home of Tess, another fine Rescue Kuvasz. She always seems to have a playful grin on her face. I propped open the 14 foot gate, atop a little rise, and walked towards that barn over there. I could see Rosie and Ruby standing lazily near it. The air was thick with early morning fog and other than a few birds singing, it was strangely silent. Rosie looked at me like, "Work, already (yawn)" ... and I haltered her. Then I turned to let her follow me back to the gate.

Just then, the stallion trotted up and began to nip and harass Rosie. He was trying VERY hard to make her go back to "His" barn area. Well, I wasn't going for this new attitude and swung a heavy lead rope at him. I made nasty noises and gestures but realized I was getting nowhere. I couldn't make much forward progress. Poor Rosie had wrinkles over her eyes, as she does when she's confused. Her question was "Whom should I follow?" - and a very just question indeed. Rosie's 2200 pounds on the hoof. I'm a hundred ninety.

It was apparent that she was being driven over me so I had to jump this way and that. I kept strafing the stallion but he was undaunted. I was in a pickle. Just then, he must have decided I was the problem. So he turned and came in at me, teeth gnashing, mouth was plainly drooling saliva. Geeze, I love hormones ???!!!

I started another attack on the stallion but heard/saw three white blobs dash past me . He was under ten feet and closing - Tess and Bear, followed by Abbey were on a major attack vector. Rosie calmed down and I watched in disbelief. Bear sucked right in near the hind feet of the stallion. Oh, yes, he was kicking, but Bear got in so close that it was futile kicking. Tess went for the head and neck. Abbey was in there but seemingly directing? Watching? Waiting to help?

He dodged and ran back to me. They darted and cut him off then started trying to bite and take him down. He ran about twenty feet trying to shake them but couldn't. These two Kuvasz were magnificently bold! No yelps. No hits on them. NO FEAR!! Incredible to watch!! Darting, lunging, clever feints. Tess dodged like she was going one way then the stallion moved (fast) and Tess was going for his shoulder. At last he ran off to the barn and kept looking back at them.

Tess and Bear broke off immediately when it was clear to all, even me, that he'd given up. Then they ran to me. I guess to see how I was. I praised them a whole bunch, even by my standards. Tess trotted off back to her shady cubby-hole. Bear pee'd and pooh'd a few times to mark the area. Abbey stood watching the stallion until Rosie and I had cleared the area. Then she too trotted off to her favorite deep-grass shady area down there near the fence at the creek.

How ever did these Kuvasz realize I was in serious trouble? How did Tess show up so fast from inside the barn? Well, if you've followed along for a few years, you'd remember that the Kuvasz always "Push" the horses away whenever I am in motion, in the field. You'll remember that I bitched and griped about it. So, again, I learn that the Kuvasz knows more about what's safe and what's not, than I do. This has shed a new light on the Kuvasz breed for me. And one I will not forget