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by Rezkat5 on 31 July 2007 - 03:07
I unfortunately was not there to witness this, but must have been something. This is a story with a good ending and some very good timing.
The long and short of it.....
Our training director is in the hospital, don't worry he's doing much better. :)
Soo.... yesterday after club training some of the group went to go visit him. On the way to visit him there was a dog that crossed in front of one of our group, almost got hit, then crossed in front of another of our group and almost got hit. At this point, both of them stopped to try and catch the dog. And when they got out they realized that they recognized this dog. As it turns out it was our training director's dog who had broken out of his kennel because of the bad storms we were having. He was a mile from his house. Now what our the chances of that!!!

by Rezkat5 on 31 July 2007 - 03:07
Here's another one.
Farmer that lives next to my brother's house has all sort of farm animals, llamas, horses, goats, emues. while in the field with the llamas, one proceeds to attack him. And his German Shepherd came to the rescue and drove off the llama so the guy could get the safety. he still ended up in the hospital and is fine now. but, had his dog not been there, it could have been much worse.
by Nitro on 31 July 2007 - 03:07
Stephanitz would be proud as hell, screw a VA give me that dog.

by Sunsilver on 31 July 2007 - 04:07
My roomie found a 9 month old female GSD someone had dumped in Scarborough, and brought it home. I adopted her, and we had 14 wonderful years together.
One night, my husband and I went out for our nightly walk. Because I got tired of waiting for him to get his bike ready, Tasha and I went on ahead. I had trained her to walk at heel without a leash, and that was what we were doing that night.
Suddenly, she broke from heel and went tearing back down the street. At first I was mad, but then I heard my husband yelling. Turns out a neighbour of ours who was building a new house had left his GSD mix on the site to protect the house, and when my husband rode past, he came roaring out in attack mode. Roger jumped off his bike and positioned it between himself and the dog, and shouted for Tasha.
Of course, me being more than half-deaf, I didn't hear, but Tasha did. She went racing back along the street, confronted the other dog, and with hackles up and growling at him, she backed him right up into the garage of the unfinished house!
Tasha was maybe a wee bit over medium size for a female, weighing about 65 lbs. This GSD mix was as large as a large male GSD.
Let's hear it for the female of the species!! Roger spoilt her rotten for the next couple of weeks!

by Kaiser1979 on 31 July 2007 - 04:07
When I was a little boy my Grandmother had a GSD named "Rocky." Rocky used to escort Grandma to her neighbors house as she walked. When Grandma would get to her friends house she would always take her shoes off outside by the door and Rocky would watch her go inside, put Grandma's shoes in his big mouth and take the shoes back home, then come back and sit outside by the door until Grandma comes out, then go all the way back home and get her shoes and bring it back to her. Rocky has many more stories to share!

by AgarPhranicniStraze1 on 31 July 2007 - 10:07
Kaiser-what a cute story. he sounded like a very clever dog. i bet that got annyoying for grandma to have to wait for Rocky to go all the way back home to bring the shoes when she was ready to leave.....lol but how could you not just adore that dog??

by gsdfanatic1964 on 31 July 2007 - 12:07
I like this post. Definitely refreshing right now.
Okay, when I was 8, my Mom married my stepdad who had a beautiful sable german shepherd that did NOT like kids. (Kids used to torment him by throwing rocks from the railroad tracks down to wear he was tethered.)
Within a few weeks, the dog miraculously took to my baby sister and after that, he accepted all of us.
Okay, fast forward to 3 years later.
The 6 of us kids are playing outside...out in the middle of the yard on a farm in the countrysides of Illinois on a beautiful summer day. Our dog Sam is somewhere in the yard as usual "babysitting" us for our parents. All of a sudden, it's as though Sam lost it and went nuts. He went after my littelest sister, (about 5 yrs old) and started barking and chasing her to the back porch. Next, he went after the rest of us, one at a time. Of course, we were terrified thinking he had rabies or something (which our dad was always saying wild animals had). No sooner did he get us up on the porch and than we noticed this big, nasty looking dog that was standing about 20 feet away. Sam whipped around and started going crazy on this dog (he wasn't too dog friendly anyway). Needless to say there was quite a scuffle with Sam finally sending this intruder on his way.
All I could think was that he saw a big threat in this dog and wanted to make sure his "flock" was safe first.
He never did anything like that before or after.

by gsdfanatic1964 on 31 July 2007 - 12:07
oops, meant "where vs wear"
by Xeus on 31 July 2007 - 15:07
A few years ago my wife and I bought our first GSD together a bi-color named Sterling Vom Steinig Tal. At about 11:30 at night while I was off at work "protecting the city" my fearless 6 mos old Sterling was protecting my wife. We live in a large city, and at our first house we had an alley. My wife desides at 11:30 to take out the garbage and to let out the dog. As my wife goes out the back door towards the alley Sterling runs ahead of her and turns the corner of the garage, she then hears a deep growl. She walks around the garage and sees sterling standing with his hair up growling at a man standing between the garages in the shadows. As she sees the man she calls sterling as she begains to back up. Sterling did not move he just stood their confronting the "Bad Guy". Once my wife made it to the edge of the garage she called him again, Sterling turned and started to go with her, he then spun around and gave out a 85 pound grown GSD growl at the man as if to tell him not to follow them. They both went into the house and all was safe. Unfortunately our Sterling passed away at 3.5 yrs of bloat with a Sch 2 title on him. he was the kind of dog people dream about real when needed, able to do sch, and yet very good with children and family. truely a dog that we still talk about years later....
by gsdlvr2 on 31 July 2007 - 15:07
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