Hi, I am new to posting here, but not new to this site. From it, I have read/gained valuable information in the 2 years of researching/owning Saber, our beloved family dog. Our story began a year and a half ago, when our family made the long overdue move from town to country. Anticipating living on 20 acreas with 4 children, 2 small dogs, 2 chickens, 2 ducks, a rabbit, and eventually cows/calves and horses, I researched for quite some time what large family farm dog breed would work best for our situation. The first words that caught my attention about the Great Pyranees breed were: Gentle Giant Guardian. I read good/bad about them. For the most part, the good far outweighed the bad, and nothing I read/saw when I visited farms with working pyrs, or others who owned them, scared me off from owning one. We looked many different places, made numerous phone calls, visits to breeders and looked at several potential puppies and dogs. We began our search with rescues and eventually trips to our local animal welfare and Humane Society to adopt our large family dog. We wound up visiting what appeared to be a reputable breeder whose parent dogs were on site. We visited to check out the litter. We watched and played with all the puppies until two really struck us as good natured and happy little 6 week old pups. By 8 weeks, we were driving the almost 2 hours to bring our first little Great Pyranees to his forever home with us, his new family. We could not have been more happy and content with the whole process. After several days of romping with the sweetest little puppy, we appropriately named him Saber, because while he was very sweet and abit clumsy, he also had this no nonsense about him and his intentions. He loved playing with our two mature Bichons. He let them be alpha for a time. All the while, I continued my study of this intriguing breed and the newest addition to our family. I would at times read about aggression and wondered how? How could such a sweet good natured little puppy suddenly turn? Then one day, literally out of the blue, around 13 weeks old, during feeding, he snarled, growled, and bit at my daughter and our other two dogs. They always ate together just fine. I remember thinking (having grown up with and around dogs....german and australian shepherds, etc..) this was not just growling, this was......the word fierce came to my mind. From then on, feeding became serious, and being protected while doing so. Could not have my children in harm's way. Needless to say, Saber did not like a strong message of "no". He did not back down. We tried with an awful lot of positive mixed with firm limits and more relational reward. Eventually, we made him wait patiently, then fed him separately. For the longest, and at the suggestion of behaviorists, we handfed him and sat with him while he ate....ON LEASH. This also had to stop! One day my daughter was feeding, switched the dogs so each could get to their own bowls, and our female walked in front of Saber's bowl. He went to bite the dog and got my daughter's arm instead. I was ready to be done at that point. No dog will stay with us who bites my child, or anyone, even if it seems accidental. But, by this time, the kids were so attached..My husband and I decided to continue to manage this dog that we all loved dearly. More training was critical and that is what we did. Months went by. As well as trips to Petco, parks, lakes, and visits to public places to continue working toward socializing/ training Saber. Phone calls were made to dog behaviorists, and too many websites, books, and articles to count. Faithful walks out and about....car rides, pickup rides, meet and greets with all kinds of people, young and older, all continuous Saber training weekly. Then life changed and we found ourselves selling the country house and moving back into town, in our former home with a decent sized good- fenced backyard. This would be a temporary move, until a more suited home opened up for our family with adequate space. It was in this space that we continued teaching, loving, walking, training Saber. Then one evening, my husband needed the two little Bichons to go outside. He threw a small crouton out the door, and shut the door after they went out. He heard the awful noise, 30 seconds later, of dogs fighting. He opened the door to Saber wagging the little male Bichon, Soshi, like a ragdoll. Having been bit in the face by a boxer at a very young age, my husband froze. I ran from the kitchen, immediately grabbed the dog's haunches from behind him and pulled the 90 lb dog off the 6 pound Bichon. The little dog walked a few steps and layed down on his side while I scolded Saber and held him off. The kids scooped him up and we brought him inside. No apparent punctures were noticed, but to the vet we went at 10 p.m. with a very traumatized little dog. He had one puncture wound and stayed overnight at the vets who, after hearing our long story, suggested we have Saber put down. At the time, I could not imagine it. I had poured my heart/soul into this magnificent dog. We made the difficult, but hopeful decision to continue managing Saber, have him neutered, get training help, and I would keep my vet posted on the process. Meanwhile, Soshi, a constant reminder of the seriousness of our large dog situation, limped on 3 legs for months, and eventually regained his strength, appetite, playfulness, and even his stature around Saber. I continued to handle Saber with great care/concern. Always reading, learning, and staying aware. Keeping him on leash for feeding, keeping houseguests safe, etc....The next episode was during feeding. He turned on all of us, then the number of times he turned on me, in his fit of guarding food, was one too many. Then there's the incident with an older lab and a neighbor lady who reached over our fence to pet a very aggitated Saber. She admitted she should not have. Now for a full year of having a pyranees and in the meantime, finding a beautiful property that is truly HOME, all of our animals are here once again with us. Saber has continued to be a great and challenging guardian. Having said that, over the last few months, we have not been able to take him out in public. We walk him tied to the golf cart (he is well over 100 pounds) for longer walks around the property and down dirt roads; he loves this. However, his food aggression has increased, as well as his human aggression. Whether it is the contractor, the mailman, or the neighbor, noone is allowed near him. He recently popped his 40 foot cable and went after our fence builder. The final straw came last Friday evening, when my relatives (who have never met a pyr), but who knew about/were told numerous times not to engage Saber. I had warned them, and while I went to get my shoes on, my uncle walked right up and tried to love on the dog. Saber tolerated this happily for a split second, then lunged and got his arm. Had Saber not been at the end of his cable, I am not sure my uncle would have come away as lucky with only a few scrapes/bruises. It scared him, and all who saw it. It was/felt terrible. His arm is still sore; the memory still frightening. He thought with the tail wagging, the dog must be ok with him. He was wrong in this case. I am pouring out my heart here today because since last Friday evening, my husband and I have decided, after much anguish, to put the dog down. We have literally tried everything. The life hours this has consumed of me is more than I care to admit. The wonderful traits that we have all grown to love in Saber are perfect in every way. However, the traits that are not acceptable are deadly. And, in the end, we are lucky that things haven't been much worse. All along, we have contacted the breeder, the vet, great pyr experts, behaviorists, rescues, etc...Today, we will make the very unpleasant drive to our understanding vet and Saber will be put down at 6:45 p.m. I am heart broken. I know from having read other posts, this is an internet community where people are kind and helpful. I am convinced that we are doing the right thing. This is not an easy experience for me, my children, and our family. Thank you for reading. Appreciate your kind thoughts. Even though this feels like a really bad way to start the new year, we are hopeful that good can still come from the hard lessons life has handed us through Saber.