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Every so often I see a thread on this forum regarding someone wanting to know what they can do to make their GSD protective. When I see that all I can think is give your GSD 100% of yourself, and your GSD will give 100% of themselves.
I came home last night after a long and grueling work related trip. Hubby was out of town so it was just me and the dogs. I was cranky and tired and didn't feel like fixing myself something to eat. So while I unpacked I nibbled on jerky and drank iced tea.
Maggie (Doxie) and Hondo (GSD) laid quietly in my bedroom watching me put away my things. I had the TV on for some white background noise.
At one point I sat down at the desk in the bed room. It has a little stool that fits nicely under it. It's on rollers so that it can be easily moved under the desk out of the way. Swinging my feet up on the desk, I leaned back against our bed to watch TV. All the while nibbling on jerky and drinking iced tea.
I looked over at Hondo and Maggie and realized that they have been quiet and not begging for jerky. With a mouth full of jerky, I attempted to say "What good dogs you are!", but when I breathed in a chunk of jerky went down into my windpipe and lodged there.
I couldn't get any air in to cough. Swinging my legs off the desk and facing the dogs, I sat straight up in an attempt to dislodge the jerky. I was making gurgling noises as I tried to get some air in. I suspect both dogs thought I was playing as they jumped up and came to me. Hondo stuck his face right into mine. I reached forward attempting to use Hondo to aid me in standing up, when for what ever reason Hondo jumped up, full force hitting me square under the jaw, knocking me backwards off the chair and onto my back. He landed...all 90lbs of him on top of me...forcing everything up and out.
I managed to roll over and cough until I saw stars. When I was able to get control of my breathing and my heart, I looked over at Hondo. He was just sitting there watching me with the eyes of the oldest soul I've ever known. As I sat back on my heels marveling at what just happened, Hondo rolled over and played dead (he still can't control the thumping of his tail) . He still wanted some of that jerky! Obviously, I just couldn't refuse.
I came home last night after a long and grueling work related trip. Hubby was out of town so it was just me and the dogs. I was cranky and tired and didn't feel like fixing myself something to eat. So while I unpacked I nibbled on jerky and drank iced tea.
Maggie (Doxie) and Hondo (GSD) laid quietly in my bedroom watching me put away my things. I had the TV on for some white background noise.
At one point I sat down at the desk in the bed room. It has a little stool that fits nicely under it. It's on rollers so that it can be easily moved under the desk out of the way. Swinging my feet up on the desk, I leaned back against our bed to watch TV. All the while nibbling on jerky and drinking iced tea.
I looked over at Hondo and Maggie and realized that they have been quiet and not begging for jerky. With a mouth full of jerky, I attempted to say "What good dogs you are!", but when I breathed in a chunk of jerky went down into my windpipe and lodged there.
I couldn't get any air in to cough. Swinging my legs off the desk and facing the dogs, I sat straight up in an attempt to dislodge the jerky. I was making gurgling noises as I tried to get some air in. I suspect both dogs thought I was playing as they jumped up and came to me. Hondo stuck his face right into mine. I reached forward attempting to use Hondo to aid me in standing up, when for what ever reason Hondo jumped up, full force hitting me square under the jaw, knocking me backwards off the chair and onto my back. He landed...all 90lbs of him on top of me...forcing everything up and out.
I managed to roll over and cough until I saw stars. When I was able to get control of my breathing and my heart, I looked over at Hondo. He was just sitting there watching me with the eyes of the oldest soul I've ever known. As I sat back on my heels marveling at what just happened, Hondo rolled over and played dead (he still can't control the thumping of his tail) . He still wanted some of that jerky! Obviously, I just couldn't refuse.
