The world has a funny way of sending you the right dog at the right time, even when you would have never in a million years thought that would end up being the right dog.
I've had several GSDs over the years. Our regal, gorgeous female passed away of old age last year, and I thought
we would replace her with another classic GSD. While volunteering a shelter, I took home a puppy to foster that had a purebred dam, and the family who surrendered the dogs said that sire was too. She was too young to tell if she was really purebred. I ended up adopting her -- even though she stopped growing at 45 pounds. We fell in love with her--I like to joke that she's mixed with "angel." She's the smallest dog I've had in years -- and she's the wisest
dog too (even as a youngster). She's magical, wonderful, and exactly the dog I needed.
No, she's not the athletic, powerful dog she replaced, and her bark is shrill because she's small, and her ears will always wiggle, and she'll always be a tiny squirt -- but she's perfect, for me.
I know in my heart we were meant to be together.
Open your heart to the reason King was sent to you -- as that reason slowly unfolds, your bond and friendship will become very special. What he's mixed with doesn't matter, as long as you love him and he loves you.