3 from my friend Judith, she of the Briards....these are from the Briard-L list....:


My Mother had a GSD/Bulldog cross that was the sweetest most lovable dog ever (not too bright, but sweet and looked like a short stubby boxer) Mother had an acre garden, and too many snails. I bought her a baby duck at easter time. That Drake decided that Duchess the dog was his Mother. He followed her absolutely everywhere for three years and the dog tolerated it.
Until the duck decided that the dog was his erotic object. He persued his amorous intentions for a month or so, and one day Mom watched as the dog and duck went around the corner of the house--and the dog came grinning back.
She had dispatched her unwanted suitor with nary a mark in about 2
seconds.
There is probably a moral in that about unrequited love--a Doggie Stephen Sondheim ."

One of my puppy buyers (from my two litters--first and last) asked me if the puppy would get along with their pet Muscovy duck which lived in their property's small lake.. I jokingly said, "If I were you I'd get out the orange sauce".   I didn't know that Muscovy ducks can be huge,( and to my eye ugly) This duck whose name I think was Spud weighed in at a good 25 pounds. The puppy and the duck got along famously, as did their big Maine Coon Cat. The Bitch seems to be the lowest one on the heirarchy. They have pictures of the cat pushing the dog away from the food bowl.
We went to visit with a litter mate of their dog. Our year old Bitch
Daphne took one look at that duck and was off with increedible speed!! I was
able to grab her tail as she went past. The Duck, of course, thought that this was "her" dog and didn't fly away or attempt to get into the lake. When the duck saw her real friend the house Briard come around the corner she/he immediately jumped up into its owners arms. (Yes, into his arms!!--this
was one nervy duck). This puppy became best friends with the animals that lived with the
family.

Well, neither of the dogs is interested in hurting the box turtles. O.K. it is a twisted amusement to watch Moriah want to heard the box turtles into a bunch
(since she is not allowed to touch them)! She did
have a special friendship (completely one-sided) with
a leopard tortoise I would "babysit". She would play
bow in front of Herb with a toy in her mouth. Herb?
He just plodded on his intended path.
Sparky? Not interested in the turtles at all!
Don't get me wrong -- the urge to chase is strong.
Moriah, at least, just doesn't seem to want to follow
the chase with a "kill." Sparky? He's interested in
the case (that darn bunny always sitting outside), I
don't know what he would do if he caught anything.
I would assume our rodent's don't run free through the
house, so how could they be anymore of a problem with a briard than with a springer? There are plenty of
members on this list that can advise about cats.
Digging? No more than any puppy. I always had a spot
of extra garden soil and the dogs could dig there if
they needed to get rid of extra entergy. Any other
place in the yard, and they were directed back to
their own pile. As they matured, they lost that
digging feeling.