She lived with us 14 wonderful years. She was a treasure. I 'found her at the pound', actually, got a 'heads up' from humane society worker that there was 'german shepherd puppy freshly picked up (stray) and I could put myself on a waiting list.
She was WOW! but quite a challenge. 5-6 months old, and judging by looks and temperament, a 'started' puppy. I had no clue what a 'jump start' to training that would be, but she was also high prey drive, and on the fight vs flight scale, a ten on fight. (she backed down from nothing).
She was my joy, my pride and my challenge. I wanted a REAL german shepherd, and I found one. She wanted to eat my cats, and I almost rehomed her in the 3rd months (thank you, long time board members, your advice was invaluable). But once that kink got worked out, we moved on to fun and games, tug, frisbee, rally obedience, and agility turning all that drive into diamonds. Not that she was ever and 'easy' dog, but gosh, when she did obedience, she did it like she was hunting big game with her sits and downs and heels.
Ditto for agility, and she not only did it with drive and enthusiasm, she wanted to get it 'right', so no short cuts for her, no zoomies, no dropped poles, she was focussed on the game, with the tug at the end being the cherry on top.
And as for those cats--wow, she was so good with our cats once we set her straight. She licked them when they wanted to be licked, she calmly body-blocked any escalating cat spats, and she 'snitched' (found us and whined) when they stole food from her dish.
Now she whispers in Sonic's ear and tells him things like (don't let them get away with finishing that ice cream sundae, the last lick is reserved for you).