I really didn't intend to get a second dog. I just started reading the posts on GermanShepherds.com because of Atticus' hip dysplasia. Heed this warning: don't ever, ever go to the Urgent Rescue section in the GS forums if you don't want a dog.
One Sunday night I found Scout there. She had just ONE MORE DAY before she was to be euthanized. Look at this face, covered with Georgia ticks. Who could turn their back on this sweet mug? They claimed she was a "white German shepherd." Ummm, not so much.Scout came to us through transport. This is the most amazing network. On any given Sunday at a rest area in Newark, Delaware (and many, many other places along I95), you will find rows of cars and trucks lined up to transfer and transport dogs and cats to new homes and shelters -- leg by leg. All of these people are volunteers. For a while, Jack and I participated in these transfers.
Scout weighed just 45 pounds when she arrived, and she was afraid of everything.Today Scooter Pie weighs in at a hefty 85 pounds. She and Atticus are best friends, and she's a wonderful dog.I read someplace that female dogs protect their property, while male dogs protect their owner, and that is so true here. Scout alerts us to the UPS man who is putting strange objects on the front porch. She alerts us to the garbage men who are stealing our stuff from the curb, and she loves nothing more than walking the fence every morning and every evening.
When she first came to live here, Scout could jump the fence like an angel, and she could squeeze through the smallest hole to escape. I had the fence made higher, and the wire fencing buried, so she couldn't get out easily.Still, one day she escaped through an open door and ran down the street. My son went after her while I grabbed a leash. At some point she turned around and beat us both back to the house. It was as if it just occurred to her that she liked it here. She was at the door when we got home.
And yes Elizabeth. I do love dogs.