GSD's rule in this house! We have a particular soft spot for white ones, although I am also partial to sables and for a brief time last summer we were dangerously close to adopting a solid black puppy who was returned to the rescue twice (?! He was a super mellow puppy, reminded me so much of our younger dog as a pup). My two are extremely well trained, to the point where I trust my two year old to "walk" them (he holds the leash, I supply the actual control via voice commands...it's a lot like walking them off leash).
Both of them, with the old girl Aina in the foreground. She was my very first dog, and the first dog my husband had after moving out. DH and his brother made the mistake of leaving me alone in Petsmart one December while they were looking at electronics and I fell in love with another white shepherd the rescue had there for adoption. By the time I had talked myself out of it, he had talked himself into getting a dog. We decided to fill out an application for both of the white shepherds they had a the time in case someone else who had been at Petsmart that evening was a better match. Turned out Aina was a better match for us anyway, so we brought her home and never looked back.
The younger dog, Tatsu hard at work with his little cart. Until the local farmer's market banned dogs (
) he went with us every Saturday and helped haul home the groceries. He was supposed to be a two year old, but when we were actively looking for a new dog to add to our family DH stumbled across him and two littermates on Petfinder.com so we brought him home at the tender age of 13 weeks. The deal was that we could get a puppy only if he took him to training classes. Figured that one puppy would probably cure DH of ever wanting a puppy again. And then Tatsu turned out to be the world's most freakishly mellow puppy ever. His favorite exercise in obedience class was the down stay.
Both of them, with the old girl Aina in the foreground. She was my very first dog, and the first dog my husband had after moving out. DH and his brother made the mistake of leaving me alone in Petsmart one December while they were looking at electronics and I fell in love with another white shepherd the rescue had there for adoption. By the time I had talked myself out of it, he had talked himself into getting a dog. We decided to fill out an application for both of the white shepherds they had a the time in case someone else who had been at Petsmart that evening was a better match. Turned out Aina was a better match for us anyway, so we brought her home and never looked back.
The younger dog, Tatsu hard at work with his little cart. Until the local farmer's market banned dogs (
