Arrival Story: My mom decided that she wanted a GSD. She was raised with one. She found me in an add in the paper. Mom and Dad drove over an hour to pick me up. I wasn't a happy boy riding home in the SUV and got sick. Mom was prepared.
Bio: Apollo will be starting his training to become a Certified Therapy Dog in March. He's going to take after his sister Stormy.
Forums Motto: You do me a solid, I'll do you a solid.
This week is final week for the student's at OIT in Klamath Falls Oregon. The Dean Of Students once more requested that our group Angels In Whiskers come help them destress. This is known as Pet A Pup Week. This is my third time at the college. We go every semester.
I love going and making the kids smile. They are so happy to have us there. The campus doesn't allow dogs so they are missing their babies at home. This program helps them by coming into a very large room and laying on the floor with us dogs. Or as I do it, sit on them. I'm over 100 lbs and believe me I love their laps. There are pictures on my page.
The students remember us from the other times we have been there. Their faces light up when they see a dog they know. Last semester my sister Stormy and I were on the news and in the new paper. The boy that had me in his lap while the cameras were rolling came back this week just to see me. I've made a friend for life.
The students come and go for about 2 hours. They take a break from all the studying they have been doing. We have professors come visit us also. It's amazing how many different people show up. All to pet, scratch, massage me and just talk with my mom. It is a wonderful program to be apart of.
Next semester you'll know where I'll be for two days. With my college friends. It's so rewarding to be a certified therapy dog.
Finally we have a beautiful day. It has been in the low 70's today. My brother called my mom and asked her to meet him at the park. He is a photographer and he wanted her to bring me. Now I was ready for a day in the park without my siblings. It's wonderful feeling not to have 3 little dogs always with you.
Mom thought the park was a great opportunity to do some training with me. I'm starting training in May to become a Certified Therapy Dog. Mom loaded me up in the SUV and off we went. I love the drive to the park. It's not far but you see all kinds of birds. The park is by a huge lake. We finally found a parking place and mom unloaded me. I felt so good not having any other dogs with me. I was the one in the spot light for the afternoon.
The park was crawling with things called kids. It's a good thing I really like them. I didn't know that I really did until they were hanging on me. They tasted really good too. Much different than my mom and dad. Kind of sweet like candy. Also like hot dogs and chips. Anyways I was in 7th Heaven. Mom said I will pass the crowded part of my testing with flying colors.
Mom took me for a walk and we did a lot of different things. She made me walk and then lay down. I don't know why but I did it. It seemed to please her and everyone that was watching me. (My breed tends to scare people) I would walk and when mom stops I sit. She would walk two feet and stop. I didn't know she was so tired. I never could figure why she was doing this but I did it.
My brother got there and started taking pictures of me. I posed by the lake, under trees, by more trees, walking and doing that sitting stuff. But I really didn't mind. It was fun. Mom decided to down me by the edge of the lake and have some pictures taken there. I was just posing and then came a yappy little dog running at me, with attack on his mind. Now I'm raised with three little dogs. Mom told me to leave it and stay. I didn't move. Oh I wanted to. But I didn't. That owner came running up and was so thankful that I was trained that she told me I was such a good boy. Mom gave me a treat and said I would pass that part of the test also.
We decided to walk by the lake and again a little dog came running at me. It was one of the three that had barked and ran at me before. This time it was the smallest one. Mom once again told me to leave it and put her foot out so it couldn't bite my feet. The lady apologized once again. By this time everyone around us was watching to see what would happen. I was a good boy and mom gave me a hug.
People would tell mom what a beautiful dog I was and so well trained. I think they thought I was going to have a snack and eat that little dog. Mom is so proud of me. My brother was amazed also.
We finished the photo shoot and I got a nice cool ride home with the air conditioner on. I had a wonderful time, but never got away from three little dogs.
Yesterday morning was very strange. I went to bed the night before and the grass was still green and the leaves were all in color. Then the strangest thing happened. I woke up and the earth had turned WHITE. I had never seen such a sight. Mom told us to go out and go potty. I thought she was very crazy. Didn't she see that there was something wrong? The outside had no color! My siblings ran out the door like nothing was wrong. I followed suit but stopped short on the deck. The white stuff was extremely cold! It was very wet and stuck to my nose. Mom then did a very strange thing, she found a white ball in that stuff. She mashed her hands together and there it was. Now she had my attention! What Shepherd doesn't like ball? Mom threw the ball and I went after it. It disappeared just like it wasn't there. It was to late and I was in the white stuff. I just stood there and looked around. Where did that ball go. I wanted another one. That same white stuff was falling from the sky! Very, very strange. I decided I had to go really bad so I did. I noticed I had made the white stuff turn to a beautiful yellow. Wow, I had color in me. I felt very important by then. My fur sis Stormy ran past me at a high speed. I thought she was trying to keep her feet warm. It really helped if you ran fast. So we ran and ran and soon I forgot it was cold and strange. We played and rolled in it. It was very soft and you could even eat it. But you have to make sure it's not the colored snow. I now find the snow very enjoyable. I look forward to seeing the fresh, crisp white snow. If I could write I would spell my name in it with the yellow stuff. I'm looking forward to lots more of the white stuff called snow. Until next time. Apollo