Tag: German Shepherd Dog

K-9 Team: Photo Friday

By Deborah Taylor-French Dog Leader Mysteries

Took these photographs a few months back at Rohnert Park Animal Shelter fund-raiser.

What a treat it was to watch this K-9 team work.

The police officer demonstrated how his dog pal and team member worked for an old hand-made toy. No food treats needed to train working dogs because they love to work.

K-9 Team demonstrate for crowd.
K-9 Team demonstrate for crowd.

This German Shepherd dog drew a large crowd, yet never looked at anyone but his human partner. What a great example of teamwork.

Working K-9 Team
What’s our next move? I’m ready.

I feel so much appreciation for this officer and his dog’s work. Real devotion and community support all need to happen to keep teams like this keeping the peace.

You can donate to your local town or cities K-9 program or team. Just let me know where you find them along with a link and I can add them to this post.


Mutt Monday: Adopt a Dog Like Rin-Tin-Tin

By Deborah Taylor-French  Dog Leader Mysteries

Do not let anyone tell you that you cannot get a great dog by adoption.

Rin-Tin-Tin is proof that finding a dog that needs you, can be far better than buying a puppy. Rin-Tin-Tin never produced a puppy that had his unique talents. Talent and willingness to work and bond with people never repeats machine like in animal after animal. This one dog, that became and still lives as a legendary hero, out-shone all his puppies.

Breeding purebred dogs does not insure smart dogs.

Lee Duncan never was able to replicate his beloved adopted Rinty.

"Looking for a home" adoption photograph
“Looking for a home” adoption photograph

Adopt a Dog Like Rin-Tin-Tin

Purebred dogs end up in animal shelters, all the time. The Westside German Shepherd Rescue runs a fun YouTube channel.

German Shepherds for adoption

__Please, take a look at The Westside German Shepherd dogs.

Please let me know if you adopt a dog from this rescue, thanks!

Long Distance Dog Mystery

I love surprises. I didn’t imagine, and am truly mystified I love blogging.

Today, I celebrate my 200th post with a personal mystery story. As a kid, I loved mysteries. Still do. I want to know why dogs do the things they do.

At times, I suspect dogs of magical powers. The story I’m telling you today made me certain that dogs absolutely live tuned into a much bigger world than we do.

For four years, we didn’t have a dog. Our cat Blackie, sat on fences watching birds. Then we got new neighbors. Dave and Marion had no children. I went crazy over their black and tan German Shepherd, Rocky. He stood straight and solid like Rin Tin Tin, but was sweetly playful as a kitten. Dave enjoyed showing Rocky’s willingness to sit, down, stay, jump, and crawl.

The dog even let Dave pick him up like a baby.

German shepherd dog ba8477I began taking Rocky for long walks because our neighbors worked full-time. Soon, my Dad and Dave built a gate in our shared fence. Being young, Rocky had plenty of energy and love for both families.

That year in fourth grade, my best friend moved far from me. And then, I broke my arm. Being with Rocky helped ease those pains.

The California central valley tends to bake during summer. One hot July evening, my Dad brought home a little white dog. Our new mutt stood taller than a Chihuahua and lower than a Cocker Spaniel. With floppy puppy ears, a coppery-tan patch over one eye and ear, she had an offbeat sense of humor to match her odd coloring. Many dogs won’t risk looking new people in the eye, but she stood her ground with any sized man or beast.

Dog and hot dogs 12820d8I can’t recall who named her—Pizza. The name fit her one-of-a-kind looks. Much to all of our amazement, Rocky the goofy giant and Pizza the petite became best friends.

They ran ruts in our back lawn, wrestled and licked each other’s teeth. If Rocky stepped on Pizza when they played, he apologized, lowering himself to show he never mean to hurt or to scare her.

Dad adored dogs. We hadn’t Pizza more than a year when Dad had to take a job far in the northwestern forests. He could only come home on weekends. At that a time, long distance phone calls cost too much. So Dad would phone, but mom would refuse the call. This way, she knew he had arrived safely. Week after week, he missed us.

One week, Dad took Pizza with him.

After taking our morning walk along the Sacramento River, I let Rocky rest. That Wednesday afternoon when I went outside to check on him, something wasn’t right.

As I stroked Rocky’s black and tan fur, he groaned. I sat in the grass beside him, talking to him. I told him his friend, Pizza would be coming home Friday. I tried getting him on his feet. Rocky refused to stand. I brought him a fresh bowl of water. He wouldn’t drink. I began worrying. His beautiful prick ears lay low. He stretched out, stiffly as if stricken or wounded. The dog never raised his head or looked at me. All afternoon, he showed no interest in dog treats or food.

That evening, Dave had to carry Rocky home. I asked him, “Is he  sick?”

Dave said, “He’s not shivering. No sign of fever.”

The next day, Rocky seemed worse. He drank no water. Never looked at food. He did not raise his head when I held up his leash for a walk. He sighed and moaned, his eyes shut tightly.

German shepherd training Wallpaper g1ro2Then I felt scared. Never saw a dog looking so sad. I stayed with him, hour after hour, urging him to lap a little water. I wet his head and fur to keep him cool in the heat. He rarely opened his eyes. I held his head and shoulders.

That Thursday night after Dave took Rocky home, Mom answered the phone.
My Dad insisted that she accept a long distance charge. When she hung up, Mom sat with us at the kitchen table. Our macaroni and cheese melted into garden-red tomato slices.

Mom pursed her lips, looking sad. “Girls, your Dad wanted you to know. Oh…I don’t know how to say it. Pizza died.”

“Pizza?” I said, “No, she’s young. She wouldn’t die—.”

Mom added, “Yesterday, she drowned in the river while your Dad was fishing.”

My sister burst into tears. All of us cried. Our noodles and cheese got cold. Mom had to scrapped our plates into the garbage.

I slipped into the backyard. Crying, I sat in a chair, knees tucked up. I wanted to be a tiny ball of nothing. Yesterday? I thought. “Yesterday was Wednesday.” The very same day Rocky began moaning. I wonder, did he know? Rocky looked like he’d lost his best friend. Then I feel sure. Somehow he knew the moment Pizza died.

I have never figured this out. But I’m sure that Rocky knew and mourned his little friend, Pizza.

If a dog ever looked heartbroken, Rocky did.

I don’t believe in ESP.  I believe we don’t know everything. Science keeps proving things exist in nature beyond our wildest dreams. I hope someday, someone will help me understand how Rocky knew.

What has your dog done to make you think he knows more than you do?
I love my readers’ stories.


Help a Great German Shepherd

Can you help me find a new family?

Please Help This German Shepherd Find a New Family

This Mutt Monday features a handsome German Shepherd named Alegro. What a dog!  Alegro offers loyal companionship, a big brother’s care and lavish affection.  Six-year-old, longhaired male, Alegro shows a steady love for humans and dogs. A lap dog at heart, he will win your heart as he soaks up petting and cuddling.

Alegro proves fine with grooming, showering and blow-drying. Patiently, Alegro sits, while being vacuumed with a dog grooming attachment.

He loves other dogs too. A natural big brother type, Alegro often helps get his brother beagle up upstairs to bed.


So if you have room in your heart and your family please call

Ann at 707-953-1663.

Posted May 16, 2011

Ready, Go Dog

It is no mystery that many dogs and dog breeds are quite different. Noticing the numerous differences in body size and build, personality and activity level, make dogs endlessly interesting to watch.

Dog watching is one of my favorite things to do. And for some reason, my family has never had a dog who liked to chase or to fetch balls. So when I see a dog who really loves playing ball, I pay attention. I feel a thrill, watching a dog joyfully running in the sport of steal the ball. They are “ready, go dogs” and no matter if it is a tennis ball or a frisbee, they pursue, their whole bodies rivet on the ball. They play this sport, born for it just like breathing.

Ready, set, play.

This dog is a young guy named, Dusty. He never tired of chasing and catching.