I’ve always wondered and never gotten around to checking out what an Alsatian was. Thank you!
But then the person speaking has to actually be royalty or announce that they’re using the royal we. I advise using “an arbitrary and unspecified individual who is thought to be typical”. So:
I believe it’s a hold-over from WW2, like how in the US sauerkraut was called “victory cabbage” for a while but I’m not positive.
Aren’t ‘arbitrary and unspecified individuals who are thought to be typical’ used enough already?
I swear, English seems designed to prevent us from agreeing with one another.
Though I do, with you, on this. Totally.
Dog thinks so. I’m going to believe the dog
Guy hides behind a tree for ~20 seconds and you say he’s playing a mean trick? Concern trolley noted.
Please see instruction manual before assembling german shepherd.
Also, really thought this would have popped up in here by now.
I’ll have to get up early and go to the beach to get some doggie time in.
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Is that ONE dog or two mixed up?
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Fenton made me laugh so hard the first time.
I’d be yelling “You Go Girl” if that were my dog. But I’d also know it was really irresponsible to let my dog herd deer.
Oh, but that is ALL she wants to do. And I know it.
- I count one ear, mouth and tail, and four paws…so one!
- Fenton’s always good for a chuckle!.
@One_Brown_Mouse, that’s probably top of the list for most puppers, even if they don’t know what a deer is!
We got our 80-pound rescue (lab x shepherd or maybe lab x husky… we’re not sure and he ain’t tellin’!) from Austin Pets Alive! about 10 years ago. He’s still high energy and very ball- or prey- or kong-driven. And uh, yeah, he sure doesn’t like men in uniforms. He came to us well over a year old, and we don’t know his prior history. His behavior suggests he has a complex internal life.
Austin does have this, which you probably already know about:
http://www.austingermanshepherdrescue.org/
Nearly all doggo places welcome volunteers. Unlike nearly every other sort of domesticated animal, dogs have chosen to hang out with us hominids / humans for many many thousands of years:
We even shared food:
I loved reading this pitch that dogs exerted an evolutionary force on human development:
So yeah, if you can manage a few hours of volunteering in a week, I am certain that Austin Pets Alive! (for starters) would be grateful to have your help and your time. It’s extremely cheap psychotherapy, it’s fun, and I admit I have played favorites: shepherds and shepherd mixes.
Fun fact: as long as I am pitching the positives about wolves (in the NatGeo article), I love the well-documented ecological restoration wolves can provide, as they have in Yellowstone National Park…
Good luck to you.
I hope you are able to find some spare time to goof around with dogs.
Austin’s not even hot like blazes for the next few months (though tomorrow we are supposed to hit some kind of new record of 85 degrees F).
You monster!
One of my regular worksites is a gully forest with a football field at the top.
There is a one-legged woman who lives nearby, who owns half a dozen large dogs. Every day, she drives to the park at 10am, and releases the dogs from the back of her ute.
The dogs are good-natured but completely uncontrolled. Every time we are there, our morning smoko features the sight of her charging around the football field on her crutches, screaming “Trixie!” at the top of her lungs as the dogs gleefully race to the four corners of the park.
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I’m pretty sure the GSD here didn’t fall for it either. Mine can hear me walking down the street from two blocks away. At least that’s when he picks up my gait’s rhythm and goes to the door.
It’s a crying shame I says.
Never trust a man in uniform. You know what my first memory was right? Waking up in a sack in the river. Granted, we couldn’t sink, it was the Ankh, but still. Had to paddle me way to the bank, fighting against all me brothers and sisters.
And who do I see when I reach the bank? Fred COLON! And he didn’t even give me his sausage inna bun! Nothing. So I says, a man in uniform can’t be trusted.
WOOF
Yeah yeah, it’s all woof bloody woof to you rodents. You get your own death.
You know, when I fought that werewolf that one time, death wasn’t even a big black dog! He was some human skeleton. Very confusing, but I guess it’s typical. There’s no god dogs. I guess except for humans, if you’re an old fashioned kind of dog. No gods that are dogs anyway.
Good Dog!
That one’s spoilt. They worship cats too. Daft as a rubber sonky.