German Shepards that is. I guess Germans also, I AM 50% German but I don't know any of 'em from the old mother land. And the experience with my German father doesn't really predispose me to go seeking them out. He's a whole different post, trust me.
Anyway, back to my story. When I was little, we had a dog named Bud.
This dog looks remarkably like him. A wonderful German Shepard that was a little lighter in color than usual in the face and chest. I apparently napped on him, rode him as a horse and even would experiment with him. Like the time I wanted to see just how far my hand would go down his mouth...my mom caught me that time and she said Bud had this "Please make her stop" expression on his face.
He was very smart and very loving with us girls and Mom would send us out to play in the yard and tell Bud to keep an eye on us. I believe that dog understood every word she was saying.
Do you remember those old gas meters that would stick out above the ground? I used to think they looked a lot like a horse and loved to ride them. I was an imaginative kid...you wouldn't have guessed that about me would ya?
This particular metal horse was on the other side of the chain link fence that surrounded our yard. I was busily clambering over the fence to get to my darling race horse when I was grabbed from behind!
Yes, he had me by my panties and was holding on tight! I hollered at him to stop and let go, but to no avail. Bud paid absolutely no attention to my wails. Mom on the other hand, DID hear my yelling and was not very pleased to see that I had been attempting to scale the fence. Since I was caught in the act, I didn't have much leeway to wiggle out of it.
I bet Bud got some gravy mixed into his food that night.