we adopted our shepherd when she was five. One of the owners had cancer and they were getting rid of their dogs. Owner died the day we picked her up (we picked her up from owners' friend's house).
Anyway, it's nighttime, I walk up to the door, which is a glass/screen door, and this shepherd bolts down the hallway towards me, unleashing holy hell. I think I set the record for the standing *backward* broad-jump.
I love her. But time is taking its toll. She is about 10 now.
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