In another forum I have been lamenting the tribulations of having a GSD that is terrified of everything. Major, a one year-old, 90# male, is the sweetest puppy I've every seen. He wouldn't hurt a fly. Well maybe not a fly. He eats those. Outside the household, he is scared of everything. Trash can, yard sign, storm drain, a blowing piece of trash, it doesn't matter. All are terrifying. So, we've spent the last month working on his confidence outside the household. We walk a new street most days, take trips to various parks, and all the local stores, learning new commands. Progress is slow. But, it is progress. So, what is the brag? Saturday night we were leaving the dog wash, a small building behind a store. No exactly the safest location. As we existed the building, a fellow just around the corner startled us. Major, perhaps sensing my fear, decided it was go time. Instead of running, however, his teeth came out. Moving in front of me, he made it real clear the other fellow needed to be somewhere else. I didn't expect that. I've always assumed I'd be protecting him if things went bad. I learned that Major is awesome. The fellow coming to close the dog wash learned no to sneak up on a GSD.