Nicknames: Big girl, Midnight bandit, Woofy, Big Woof, Bark-a-lot
Birthday: March 19th 2007
Likes: She loves to play in water. Sprinklers always drive her crazy! She loves to run and she spends all day playing and chasing Faith.
Pet-Peeves: Having to stay outside when the maid is cleaning the house
Favorite Toy: Daddy's garden rake and leaf blower, anything that is plastic and chewy. Squeaky toys - louder the better!
Favorite Food: liver wurst, hot dog, chicken, mom's organic tomato from her garden
Favorite Walk: Palmer Park (on the river)
Best Tricks: "speak", "Shake", "Kennel", "Roll over"
Arrival Story: We were looking for a GSD pup to adopt because GSD's well-known intelligence, loyalty and bravery. My husband was in law enforcement field for 20 years and he has seen GSDs in action quite bit. Since we have 2 little kids and we wanted a dog that would protect them. I grew up with a GSD myself and I wanted my little ones to grow up with the same love and affections I had growing up. Sasha is smart, gentle yet very protective and almost perfect dog for us.
Bio: When we went to a breeder, they recommended Sasha because of her nice temperament and personality. When she saw us, she walked straight to my son (he was 2 years old at the time) and started licking my son's face very gently, making him squeal with laughter. We chose her right then...in actuality, Sasha CHOSE us first!
In case you are wondering, mom had to put an e-collar on me because I have a small cut on my right front leg. It started to heal but it was itchy and I kept licking and chewing. So the vet gave us some ointment to put on but I licked that off too.
Finally mom had to put this hidious thing on me. I hate it but mom said that was for my own good, or my leg wil never heal.
Thanks for tagging me Angel! Pup Pals are so cool!
Alright Pals! You made it here. I see you caught my foot ball pass. Here is what you should do next! Hurry and pass the ball to 5 of your team mates so they can make a touch down. You are also supposed to write down 5 things about yourself that are funny. Also please leave me a bone and ask all those who visit your diary to leave you a bone so you will know they have been there! Ok…Here goes the play!
1.) I can walk on my hind legs like people
2.) I love barking at dad's rake! He has to put me inside to do the yard work!
3.) The leaf blower is my enemy - I must terminate it
4.) I am a toy horder - I pee with my frisbee in my mouth - so Snowy can't steal it
5.) Mom says I am a drama queen. I have so many different variations of bark, howl, whine and growl to express myself!
Here are my five Pup Pals that I'm tagging:
1. Lady Bird
3. Benjamin Black Jack
Have fun guys! Pup Pals are so cool! I love y'all!
I went to a dog show with mom and Snowy. Normally it's just Snowy and mom - but she thought it would be fun for me, because there was a dock diving mini-seminar and friendly dock diving competitions open to all dogs.
As she always did with Snowy, she brought a soft collapsible crate. She parked the car under nice shady trees and opened all the windows and the tail gate - so the nice breeze would keep me cool and comfy. Except, I didn't like being left alone when Snowy was having fun with mom.
I whined and cried for a minute then started inspecting the crate. It was made of canvas and the sturdy vinyl mesh. The door was made of heavy duty zipper and she tied the metal fasteners together for extra precaution. Well - obviously she under estimated my ability as an escape artist.
I ripped open the mesh window on the side with my strong teeth, then tore it open wide enough to get through. Then I crawled out of the crate and jumped out of the truck. "A piece of cake!"
Wow! I loved what I saw. So many people and so many dogs - mainly white dogs like Snowy and Faith. How exciting! Then I saw a little boy smiling at me - so I decided to give him a bath with my tongue (I love little kids - they are the best!!!) Then I heard someone screaming:
"A LOOSE DOG-----WHO HAS A BLACK AND TAN GERMAN SHEPHERD?"
I saw mom by the show ring with Snowy - she heard the scream and turned toward me - then her eyes opened very wide and her face became beet red…. Oh oh I am spotted!
She came running to me and told me to stop licking the little boy - he wasn't MY little boy. (I knew that - but I didn't really care - I like all little kids)
Mom took me back to the truck and she was puzzled because the crate door was still intact….until she inspected the side of it. I guess she didn't like what I did. This time she put me in the truck and rolled up the windows high enough so I couldn't escape. I had to sit on the passenger seat and watched my world passing by until mom came to get me for the dock diving seminar.
The next day, she got smart and brought a metal crate with her instead. So much for the adventure. Dock diving was ok but I liked exploring the show on my own much better.