Why did you pick the GSD? - Page 1

I'd like to know what drew everyone to the GSD? Was it looks, working ability, or a movie you saw?

Workability and the fact that I love to eat hair.

Just loved the breed and their temperaments.  A sence of security knowing I had a imposing looking dog around the home.

Vickie

www.PowerHausKennels.com

 Working ability, endurance, strength, loyalty, hardness, intelligence.

Hi Everyone,

My dad first brought home my dog Max when I was about 12 and that dog protected me
so well, he practically read my mind, now I understand that when you are in tune with
your German Shepherd, he can sense your emotion, that really impressed me, and so
started the addiction!

 What I also love about the breed is how they can run through a crowd of people and stay
focused on a paticuliar suspect based on the adreneline and fear dripping from the guilty persons
body.    Also, you can get that really secure feeling having a GSD by your side, anywhere you
travel.  

I'd have to say your German Shepherd is a great judge of character!

I've owned other breeds, and the German Shepherd doesn't act as drooley and
doggish as the other breeds, they are way more personable, and cautious

from being a baby i was dragged to trials etc, and have loved them all my life and always will.

cant imagine life without them.

The overall versatility and dependability in all situations: trustworthy with the kids, great to train & do obedience/competition, superb as a watchdog, beautiful to look at, acceptable length of life-span, variety of drive and color, l100% loyal as a best friend. It's a whole-package deal with the GSD.  Only other dog close I've come across has been the Dobe, which I also love.

When I was a teeneager there was a State Trooper in town whom I worked with at times who had a drop dead gorgeous LC named "Mason". He was a Bear of a dog by looks but a sweetheart by nature. I always said, "That's the dog I want" and I actually did purchase a LC as my first Companion. She too was/is one hell of a dog and taught me everything I know about all the various sports she and I titled in, little bit of this, little bit of that. Made me never look back (except the occasional Bloodhound I handle!!).

Tina

My therapist seems to think that I have a need to reconcile with the breed.  I was a young lad in the Swiss alps in the winter of 1974.    It was a brutile winter.  Very cold and food was scarce.  After thirteen days of hunger I came upon a rotting animals corpse.  I could not discern the species, but it was large enough to cut open and enter for warmth.    It was here that I stayed for most of January.  I revived my energy on frozen flesh and the warmth of it's shelter.    By the end of February the cold had let up and I knew my time here had passed.  It was to be my last day and I was packing up what little items I had in my possession. 

I woke early in the morn and immediately knew something was wrong.  The early spring sounds of nature were absent.  There wasn't a chirp to be heard.  At the time, I didn't think much of it, but as I placed my pack on my shoulder, I could hear the cause for silence.  I looked to my left.  I looked to my right.  I knew there was no escape.  They were here for what was left of my salvation.  I was cornered by four hungry showline GSDs.  All of them had pretty black saddles and the redest coats to match the hatred in their eyes.   Immediately the one in front advanced and took a bite.  It was a nasty frontal bite that made me sink to my knees.  The others joined in and there was nothing I could do.    Luckily, the lack of food made flatulation a regular occurance.  I don't know if it was my fear or pressing on my stomach muscles that pushed it out, but out came my newest salvation.  Apparently, the noise had scared them off and since then I have been trying to overcome the fear.

The horror

the horror!

My dogs all chose me, not the other way around and to be honest, I always wanted a GSD of working lines.  My family is from Germany and many relatives had them.  In fact one aunt raised them for working around the farm, military, and police until her health took a turn for the worse and she just couldn't take care of her dogs any more, so I had a pretty good idea of what to look for, and what I was in for when I finally was chosen by my first GSD.  Never sorry for having the breed or my dogs, but there are days when my sanity is in serious doubt, ok that is just about every day. 

Oh and first dog I was ever bitten by was a large GSD.  Hmmm must be a "glutton for punishment thing"   Like Don C, dog hair is a condiment that is in abundance in my home, also the lovely tan, black, grey layer of dog hair on everything in the house no matter how many times I dust or vacum or brush the fur balls out is so attractive and sometimes down right awe inspiring.