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My Little World

An entry from Mom

I'm writing this as Sirius sleeps next to the window or I'm sure he would object. We were out on one of our normal daily walks this week, but decided to take Tonks along with us this time (they normally go one at a time). When it came time for some off leash running, Tonks took off like a flash, something Border Collies seem especially apt at, and Sirius took off after her all grins and tail wags.

Sirius has healed very well from his surgery in May, and if you didn't know it, you wouldn't even know he had surgery, but he will never by any stretch of the imagination be as quick as the little lightning bolt named Tonks, at least not when there are turns or obstacles that must be maneuvered. Sirius became frustrated that he couldn't catch her, and though he would never admit it now, started to cry while running after her! He even came back to me with a look that read, "she isn't playing fair, make her slow down!"

After plenty of pets and the rest of the walk Sirius was back to his normal happy-go-lucky self and was content for her to lay next to him and cuddle that evening (something else he wouldn't want everyone to know).

German Shepherd Security

I guess the maintenance and office staff forgot I am a German Shepherd this past week because the didn't not inform mom they were planning to check our smoke alarms and fire extinguishers before they attempted to come in the house. For the most part I like all of them and when I'm out on patrol with mom we normally stop and say hi, but I am not authorized to let strangers into the house while mom is at work and it's a good thing mom decided not to kennel me that day, because I actually had to do some work! There was only one attempt to enter our house and then they mailed my people with the following statement: "Our workers managed to shut the door in time, but Sirius acted in a very aggressive manor we did not think he was capable of, and the workers have let us know they will not be returning to your apartment and ask that you bring your fire extinguisher to the main office for inspection."

We saw the workers out again a few days later and of course I had no problem with them petting me since mom suggested it to get them comfortable with me again, it's just a known fact you don't forget what a GSD is capable when put in charge of something!

My people said I should be part of the D.I.A (Dog Intelligence Agency)...

I don't get it?

There have been some interesting occurrences in my area lately and I thought it best to inform others incase similar instances are happening in their area (not to mention someone might have more insight as to what's going on).

A woman RAN from me a few days ago. This involved her seeing mom and I walking toward her and her Pug (but still being about dog lengths from her). Her jerking the Pug while he's trying to check his mail (i.e. sniff a shrub). We get a little closer and she tugs the leach again and runs to pick up the Pug, then jogs away while looking at us in utter terror. While this affect on people can be good at times, like when someone is walking uninvited toward my mom or seeming like they are going to hurt her, this isn't a time I was doing the "mean shepherd" face/bark, and was simply strolling along glad to be out with mom on a nice day. Mom tried shouting at her that I'm friendly (while I wagged my tail to show it's true), the woman just scowled at us and continued to her car???

This was followed on another day by a woman telling my mom that big dogs shouldn't be walked trough the town-house complex court yard (a complex in which we live), and that she doesn't like big dogs because "they are dangerous." I know not everyone is going to like me, as a GSD this is something I've had to live with since I was a puppy, but this woman's dog was going crazy and not listening to anything she said, and she thinks I'm dangerous???

I was the proud new owner of a Frisbee for about 3 minutes. Mom threw it and it went SO far, and I loved chasing after it, but the second time it was thrown I managed to catch it and in one bite snapped it almost completely in two.... *sigh* sometimes we shepherds forget our own strength... So now I no longer have a Frisbee to play with.. * little puppy whimper I hope no one heard*

As you can see, it's been a kind of difficult week, but mom said we might try to pick out a new Frisbee today.. one that's a lot stronger this time!