Favorite Walk: anywhere with squirrels and ground squirrels and off leash
Best Tricks: finding things, tracking
Arrival Story: I previously was given a GSD in need of a home. She was my soulmate. (I will post her soon, Rosie.) Anyway, she made me love the breed. So I went looking and found this "last of the litter" timid dog. He is now 120 pounds of pure muscle and my best friend.
Bio: Lobo saved me from a bear encounter when I was camping in the back of my truck. I got up in the middle of the night needing to relieve myself. I was going to scramble out of my truck when Lobo made a huffing, low growling noise and obviously could see something out there. I got my flashlight and saw a bear! Right at my tailgate. I could have stepped right on it. So, I just held it until daylight. Lobo's noises eventually turned to loud, outright barking and the bear probably left at that point, but I waited until daylight. I have learned that when Lobo makes those huffing sounds, he has seen something that he is not quite sure of. Including suspiciously behaving people.
Just before I passed, Mom panicked. She was all over the place looking for another me.
Her brother just said one word and cooled her jets so she didn't do anything foolish.
She did what she had to do with me shortly after and gave herself time. She was told to get another dog. Then, she was told to get rid of all the stuff that reminded her of me. She didn't because there is no way that would have been possible. She did donate my left over food to the wildlife park, but toys, leashes, heated dog house, etc. remained. She even said to herself almost daily, "Thank God I don't have a dog to worry about anymore." Yet, she would not sell my $500 cedar, heated dog house despite her falling on hard times.
Then, a casual friend sent her an email about a GSD being up for adoption at our local university vet program. Mom was instantly there. Of course, the dog was already spoken for.
Mom went a few days thinking, "Phew, I dodged that bullet." But, she didn't. She got on the computer and, "just for fun", searched for GSD for adoption.
She found my original Mom, Kay, had pups ready to go at the end of the year. A flurry of activity happened including Mom sending my memorial video to her. Mom has updated Kay about me over the years but not my passing. Too tough. We learned my father passed around the same time as me.
Mom and Kay clicked and Mom is going to look at little pups tomorrow. Mom has no idea what hit her. It was me.
To add to all of the coincidences, Kay and her hubby drive the same kind of vehicle as Mom and they will be meeting where they met in April of 2001. Where Mom found me.