This handsome rascal is Franz.
If you have been reading my blog for long, you know that I LOVE German Shepherds. They really are an incredible breed. They love the whole family, but there is always one who is their special beloved.
My first one, Riff came to us in Alaska. He was wonderful, funny and very protective. Not a bad thing, when your husband is gone to his job at Prudhoe Bay two weeks out of the month. He was benevolent with children, cats and human beings. I was sold on the breed.
When I moved to Nevada, I got Olaf, also known as the Oaf. He was just a pup. I had him for seven years. Last year, he was diagnosed with an advanced case of cancer and was tenderly put to sleep. What a hole in my life! I missed him terribly.
A few months later, I was looking on Craig's list. Just browsing. And here was this beautiful mostly black Shepherd. His name was Max. I couldn't get to the phone fast enough!
He became Franz with no problem. He has a Scandinavian name, like Olaf.
Neutered, much smaller than Olaf, he has been the perfect dog for us. He is smart and doesn't bark unless there is a reason. He pesters the cats and Sunny. When we are in the truck, he sits as close behind me as he can get so he can wash my ears for me! And he does his best to kill the rainbird when I'm watering the yard. He keeps me laughing.
I think I'll keep him.
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