I've had several German Shepherds over the years and have several stories. Sheba was a big silver German Shepherd who didn't like loud noises, especially fireworks on the 4th of July. One 4th of July we frequented the fireworks on the other side of the lake we lived on. When we returned home later that evening something was wrong. There was blood on the walkway tothe front door, one of the screens was torn and covered with blood and Sheba was missing. We set out to find her and she was cowering inthe woods in back of the house. We never left her home again on the 4th of July again.

Rascal was part shepherd, husky and wolf. We were living in a townhouse in a small development. Whenever we, my 4 year old daughter and myself were outside by ourselves, Rascal would jump up on my daughter's Bed and stick his head out the window. One day Rascal had gotten the screen open and jumped out the 2nd story window and gotten himself out on the roof over our front door. Caused quite a stir until we got him back inside-fire dept showed up but we got him back in through the window.

Loved my dogs. My current shepherd Sassy hasn't misbehaved..

I have a dog that talks. Yesterday I was sanding my work table and my dog said "ROUGH, ROUGH" So I kept on sanding.

I have a Blue Heeler mix breed. He acts like a herding dog and he is very smart. Am example is that he knows I do not want the pidgeons feeding at the bird feeder. He has learned to chase them away, but not the desired birds. He has a few bad habits. When I am working a horse in the round pen he wants to chase on the outside of the pen and needs to be "reminded" not to do this. This is down by dinging his shock collar. He knows what the ding means and does not need to be shocked. The other fault is that he is overly protective of me and has attempted to bite delivery men, or strangers that show up at the farm, but never women. For his own protection this behavior must stop and we are working on that too. He has been with me since he was 8 weeks old and had never had a negative encounter with a person, so this is not a learned, but an innate behavior.

My grandmother lived on the Isle of Dogs in the East end of London - (Dockland) because they were so close to the river and rats , she always had a cat called 'Fluffy !' There were many many fluffy's over the years most were not at all fluffy = Then she moved to the south east of London as all her children had moved out and the grandad had died - Our extended family were all living in two streets next to each other - The last fluffy was loved by everyone in our neighbourhood he had extra paws on each paw and once fell out of a very high window having gone to sleep on the outside sill; he landed well and just shook himself - then he went to sleep in the shade under the back tyre of my uncles car and his head was actually run over but he survived with broken teeth all on one side. He would go to sleep in the middle of the road and neighbours would stop their cars and pick him up and hang him over the fence where he usually napped.He died when he was the grand old age of 18y.o. There never was another 'fluffy'

Awe bless love dogs. I came home once and my alsation had jumped out of a second floor window and sat by the front door. also the milkman had left the milk at the end of the path because the dog wouldnt let him any closer.

LOVE! I have Heelers and horses too!

My feline son Sid used to climb into our fake Christmas tree and sit, then swat at anyone who walked by. He passed away on 8/19/16, exactly twelve years after he first became a part of the family.