19. anliba2001 - 7:22PM on 07/27/07
PS on my white German Shepherd (sorry for the double click that must have sent it twice, above) Cesar, he was descended from Rin Tin Tin. I thought you would like to know that. He's not from white German shepherds, He's from regular ones with the lightness in the family. He actually had a light orange tinged back, in the places where others are black tinged. And I did take him out and walk him every day, 2 or 3 times. I was poor, and didn't have a lot of space, lived as a roommate, etc. (He was given to me as a present, and I wanted to say no because of my circumstances, but somehow, he bonded to me so fast, at 8 weeks he knew I was his owner and actually I did give him back but a month later he was so glum, I felt so guilty, as though I’d abandoned my child! So I made a commitment I’d handle it and have this puppy who would grow to be a very big dog.) So as it was, with me, he just did not have enough space, but he went everywhere with me. I had a big truck, camper shell, & I'd park in the shade & go out and check on him and take him out, to pee, so I actually walked him more than 3 times, I don't know if I could have done a lot better. Finally when he was 7 or 8, I had to place my priorities with him after, & I had to try again to find another home for him once or twice, but he really, though a people lover, was a little lost and disconnected without me. And he'd always be pressing for more stimulation and freedom with others, too, wasn’t easy for the same reasons. We’re all too busy for having such a dog! He loved tennis balls, and he constantly wanted to go out and play. But he also had gentle indoor tennis ball games he invented; he'd drop it, all slobbed on, in your lap, back up two steps and open his mouth and stand there and pant a little, tongue out a tad, like he was grinning, “This is a gas!” and look at the ball and look at you, just moving his eyeballs. He'd give a gentle little enthusiastic Yip! if you dragged it out too long before you moved the ball for him. You could just move it a couple inches and he liked that too, he'd come and fetch it and then stuff it back with you or drop it and nudge it towards you with his nose. He liked to play with little rocks, too, which was a drag because his teeth got shorter as he got older, even though I stopped him and said NO rocks, every time. I was in the great outdoors a lot with him (FOR him) & wouldn't always have my eye on him, so by the time I noticed, I'd see him again, there he was doing it; he'd just carry a little rock in his mouth and bring them to you. He always picked one he liked from others. Sometimes, he'd also put bigger rocks down and then scrape them back in these big two pawed sweeping movements with both front paws, his large Shepherd ears flopping with the motion of his dopey-silly play and do this and do this, making a huge scraped up area. And he'd have his tongue out the side of his mouth and a silly smile the whole time. He was mellow, and one roommate liked to call him "Goof". I took him to Peru, and the people always asked me: "?Le vende?" and so many people wanted to breed him, I let two with good [profane]es do so, and one other STOLE him and bred him to their ranch dog and then brought my dog back a week later! That was scary. I hope Cesar likes the story of this dog, because I know I've written a lot about him, because he was still alive you would definitely have liked to meet him, Cesar. As I recall, he was a great great grandson of Rin Tin Tin, that was the number of generations, and I saw it in a pedigree cha
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