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Originally Posted by motionfreak Awesome GSD you have there sir.
How old is he? I love GSDs. please post some photos of him in playful mood too and esp the ones with head tilting (GSD special). No GSD album is complete without atleast 5 tllt-head pics ! |
"Sir"? I'm in my lower 20's
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well he's one year old, minus a few days, and is a very fussy eater, doesn't have a big appetite, except for raw chicken. named "Fitz" since he used to either sleep or play and is very hyper.
here is something for GSD and dog lovers like yourself, some beautiful pictures and some text to fill in the gaps:
For my dad, it's a GSD or nothing, don't get me wrong, he likes dogs, but he loves german shepherds. The attitude has passed on to me. I like dogs in general, most pets infact, but German Shepherds have a special place in my heart. Some people call this snobbish, liking a certain pedigree dog, but it’s like picking a car, and I like old German cars! (and German Shephards)
To me they're the perfect dog, balance of aggression, intelligence, obedience and beauty, thee one owner dog. Any dog can be tamed and any dog could become a monster, but the GSD is ready for it all from the day you meet him.
When I was born, my dad had a jet black GSD. He was one scary mother *lover*, and a real stud, $1k each time, if you know what I mean. And that was 25 years ago! My dad’s friend once joked to him, he gets $1k each time, I just get another kid!
From what I hear, he was perfect, he would even guard my crib from the day I was home. He wouldn’t eat at all without my dad around. I would stuff my hand in his mouth and he wouldn’t be bothered! That sounds like the ultimate package, guard dog for the house, guard dog for the heart. Sadly he was already quite old when I was born, and he died getting hit by a car, but he went to my dad before he could go, like all of them do, the last thing they want to see is their owner.
I’ve tried to find a jet Black GSD(not Belgian shepherd) for my dad, would be the ultimate birthday gift for him, but they all seem to be coming from one kennel here, and that leaves no choice. Plus their prices are outrageous. Will have to wait, maybe one from abroad if possible.
When I was 7 or so, my dad wanted to get a GSD for me. we went to a kennel and I saw the pups, I narrowed in on the fattest one I could see, from the time I first saw him, I knew it was meant to be. My dad had other things on his mind, such as X-rays. Over there, when you’d go to buy a GSD, you’d check on the parents bone growth as GSD’s tend to have bone problems, which cause them pain and inturn unpredictable aggression. At this point he had no choice and was forced to let us unite.
For the next few years, I had the best friend a kid could get, I’m a single child, so a dog is like a sibling I never had. He would always greet me when I got home from school. As soon as I shouted his name, he would run around the 1st floor terrace, pounding on the doors and barking away and when finally loose would lick me to death! Sadly one day after school he didn’t, my dad said the police academy had him and were going to take care of him now. Turns out that when me and my dad were in India visiting family, my mom was walking him one snowy morning and a stranger started talking to my mom, the dog snapped at the stranger and nipped him. He said, either the dog is put down or kept with the police otherwise he’d file charges. Maybe the dog was like an over possessive husband who wouldn’t want his wife talking to someone else, maybe he sensed something wrong with the stranger, or maybe it was the bone growth issue german shepherds tend to have.
When we came to India, we got a pair of GSD’s, my dad had grown closer to the male, while I was fine with both, but loved their puppies. There were 2 puppies that were grey in place of black with blue eyes(which later turned grey). The person from the KCI who registers pups said it’s a rare genetic anomaly, the variant is known as sable or wolf grey. We kept two from the litter.
Years passed, and most passed away. The culprit was snakes and poison. People from the locality try to poison our dogs. Maybe jealously, maybe attempted robberies but it’s just horrible, hence Fitz is kept indoors whenever possible and watched over when outside. There was even an incident where an older couple met with an accident near our house at an accident prone zone and a neighbor pointed the finger at our dogs. Their son stormed into the house and threatened me that he would beat me and kill my dogs. That’s the last thing you would want to hear but there was nothing I could do, he was double my size and the local police are hopeless. My compound wall is 7ft tall! Even with the small chance that the dogs got out, you can’t blame the dog for an accident. Some died in my arms, one went to my dad as they were very close before he took his last breath. As I said before, the last thing they want to see is their owner.
At the end there was only one and he had stopped eating and grown depressed from day one of being alone(he is perfectly normal now and very happy), as I was driving to Pune the next week, I met a breeder and picked up a pup. He sat on my friends lap all the way, either sleeping or panting and watching me drive. Did not make a noise all the way. Whenever I open a car door, he jumps in. He’s a real character, every time I take him to the vet, he walks proudly into vet’s building, barking at every other dog he see’s(was funny when he first saw a goat at the vet, he just looked at it, puzzled), but I have to carry him into the office as he notices the floor tiles and won’t step in, or maybe the smell of fear.
I believe he is in a love/hate relationship with the cat, It’s always one way loving with the two, she hates when he shows his emotions by trying to eat her and he feels awkward when she meows and rubs on him.
Me and my dad often act like we are fighting, and he intervenes, tries to push us away. He's calm till someone tries to run, after which you are to expect a nip on the butt for your stupidity of trying to run away. No one should raise their voice in front of him, and if told to bark, he will do so as he prances like a horse and barks around the house.