For most of my life I’ve had one of the herding breeds, plus a few hunting and working breeds. The first dog that was “mine” and I say that lightly because the Doberman was given to me when I was 6 days old by my parents landlord. I have pictures somewhere of her but I have to idea what happened to her. The second dog was my father’s pup a Catahoula Cur, now called a Louisiana Leopard Dog or a Catahoula Leopard that he had before he left for Boot Camp. Me and that dog had some great adventures until I was about 10 and she was either 14 or 15 and had to be put down due to possible rabies.
Fast forward through 4 German Shepherds, one of which hated kids when my father brought him home. The female GSD I raised and actually bottle feed for a couple weeks until her mom could recover from an injury, convinced the male that he didn’t want to even look cross eyed at me and my brother if he wanted to live. After her little “talking” to him he was a changed dog.
A couple more Catahoulas, a Golden Retriever, and a GSD/ACD mix, and a Rottie that gave her life protecting my wife’s grandfather’s home I got my first full blood ACD, Queensland Heeler, Cattle Dog, Blue Heeler, or whatever else you want to call the breed. Sydney was the closest dog I’ve had to the female GSD. Awesome, hardheaded, super active, knothead but I miss her the most of all my dogs. A brain tumor took her from us at 11 years old. She was always between my wife and/or sons and any perceived danger/threat.
About 6 months old
And why she was also called Demon Dog
Fast forward to a few months before the tumor really hit her hard.