10/20/2025
We said goodbye this weekend to one of our long-time sanctuary dogs - Seamus, an Akbash dog originally known as Baby when we pulled him from the shelter in Austin. We're not sure where he came from originally, but his first owner thought they had a "white Lab" and they were surprised that he didn't act like a Lab. 🙄 They didn't get him neutered and apparently didn't invest any time or energy in training, because they dumped him at the shelter when he was about 2 years old, saying that he had resource guarding issues. The shelter neutered him and had experienced staff and volunteers evaluate him. They said he was friendly and easy to work with, so they gave the greenlight to put him in their adoption program.
"Baby" was a big handsome dog, so it didn't take long before someone was interested, but the timing turned out to be disastrous. The adopter took him to a holiday gathering soon after adoption, and no surprise -- the stimulation was too much and his resource guarding issues turned into a bite when an extended family member tried to take food away from him.
Resource guarding is something that requires work and training and consistency, and in some cases, it means always putting a dog in a crate or a separate room for HIS meals AND for the family's meals as well. Resource guarding can usually be managed, and when it's not done properly (or at all, as in this case), bad things can happen.
Baby was returned to the shelter, and this time, with a bite history, his options were limited. Because he was in a no-kill shelter, staff and volunteers worked to find a rescue with the experience to manage a dog of his breed and size, with resource guarding issues. One of the volunteers who had been spending time with Baby every week contacted us and asked if we could help. I read the notes in his file and had a long conversation with a member of the staff, who believed that he was a good dog who just had not had the right adopter. Experienced volunteers and staff felt like his problems could all be attributed to human error. So in March of 2018, Baby came to live at Windsong Ranch.
First order of business was to give him a new name, representative of his new start. We liked "Seamus" because it's a strong name with the long A sound that would help ease the transition from Baby to Seamus. Ironically, to the very end, I often called him Baby Seamus. 💚🤍🧡
I worked on his resource guarding, starting with the simple WAIT command. Seamus was always respectful of me, learned quickly, and responded well to commands. He enjoyed play time with other dogs, but would always leave the dogs to seek me out and get a few head scratches before going back to play.
After a few months, we felt like we knew Seamus well enough that we could make a good placement, so we put him on our adoption website. There are always more dogs available than there are adopters, so it was more than a year and a half before we had any applications for him. People sometimes accuse us (and rescues in general) of being too picky about who adopts our dogs, and we're always trying to find the happy middle, where we are cautious but don't rule out a good prospect out of a concern that might not be well-founded. In this case, we went against our instincts and allowed Seamus to go to a home with cats. We knew Seamus had shown a propensity for getting excited when he saw one of the feral cats on our place, but there was always a fence between Seamus and any of our cats. The interested adopter had years of experience with Akbash dogs, including one they adopted from us previously. We met in a park with one of their other Akbash dogs, and the meet-up went well. They assured us they could manage Seamus to be sure he didn't have access to their cats, so Seamus went home with them. Unfortunately, within 24 hours, their management plan failed, and he tried to attack one of their cats. As they tried to protect the cat, they got bitten, so they returned Seamus to us.
We made him a sanctuary dog so he could live out his days with people who loved him and knew how to manage him to avoid any problems. Remember -- Seamus had lived with us for more than a year and a half with zero incidents, so again, we felt like the problem was less about him and more about the failure to manage him properly. And sure, there are plenty of dogs who are easy and don't need any special management. That doesn't mean that the challenging dogs are any less deserving of our care.
Seamus loved playtime, whether with me or with other dogs. He especially loved having plenty of room to stretch his legs, but would check back in with me frequently because he enjoyed head/ear scratches as much as he enjoyed his zoomies. He also really liked our handyman Steve, who frequently shared his sausage biscuit with Seamus and Lindsey, a female Great Pyrenees mix with whom Seamus shared living quarters for the last few years. I always thought it was interesting that Steve never had any trouble with Seamus even though he was sharing human food with two dogs in close proximity. That reinforced the belief I have always had that Seamus was a good dog, but just needed the right people in his life.
As he aged, Seamus slowed down, but he and his best friend Lindsey (also a sanctuary dog) still played together regularly. At his last vet appointment, we had X-rays done, and we worried that at some point, we would have to make the hard decision to help him cross the Rainbow Bridge because of significant joint issues. But on Friday, Seamus made that trip on his own. We think he must have had a stroke, because he had been fine earlier in the day, but rigor mortis was already starting to set in by the time I went to give him supper. As sad as it is for ME that I wasn't with him, I'm glad that Lindsey was with him. Although she is grieving, I think it helped her to be there to understand that Seamus had passed.
Seamus had recently turned 10 years old, and he lived 7.5 of those years here with us. When we pulled him from the shelter, we didn't expect to him to live here for so long. But this is the commitment we make to each dog we rescue. Some big white dogs live up to the name they're often called -- "gentle giants." Other dogs are like Seamus and present a few more challenges. But they still deserve love and the best care that we can give them, for as long as they live.
Farewell, Seamus. We hope you're having fun, running zoomies with no more joint pain. I hope you've met up with Crockett and Gabriel and Smokey and others you played with through the years. Remind them that we love them all, and look forward to a wonderful reunion over the 🌈 Bridge some day.