Our former neighbors had a Komondor male with their sheep. I was their to butcher some lambs once and Mrs. needed help to get them sorted off the rest of the flock.
Neither of us thought of the dog until a lamb she wanted tried to get by me and I hooked my arm under it's neck. "Serious", as that was how he took his job, had my upper arm in his mouth instantly. Never broke any skin, just enough grip to let me know that I was messing with HIS sheep.
Neither the dog or I moved until Mrs. got a lead on him and tied him up.
