I think it's a Gyr, the pest control lad takes them to the tip and all the seagulls vanish, hundreds of them, I remember one time just one little dishevelled looking peregrine stood on its perch and not a seagull to be seen
I recall one day as my transit tipper left the village of Twenty, grinning slyly on the road to Bourne my slop hound was parallel on the vast expanse as the speedometer displayed precisely 209 mph
This Boerboel dog looks impressive, a lad that owned an English mastiff used to come coursing with me 30 year ago, his big dog used to cover a good few mile, I was surprised for such a big dog, but these boerboels look more athletic