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This
is my father
He is a big strapping black and silver German Shepherd,
unlike my mom, he did let me know when my
behavior wasn't acceptable. He tried to keep me in line, which
was impossible to do at most times. It never sunk in that certain things
just aren't acceptable, like attacking the other
dogs in the house hold, grabbing a humans finger when
food is offered (I mean all the way up to the knuckle) attacking my
father by grabbing a hold of his neck and not letting go,
chasing and growling at the human company.
That was really fun, they didn't know that I only wanted to play.
But this didn't happen until I was older. They said because
of my dwarfism these things are to be expected. Oh well
that was part of my make up and it never got better.
But as I was saying before I started rambling on.
I came into this world 8 years ago, March of 1995, with 7 brothers
and sisters. We were all healthy big brutes, you wouldn't know it
by looking at me that I was any different than my
brothers and sisters we all looked the same.
I was the first to have a new human mom and dad, she came over
all the time to be with me and for the both of us to
get to know each other and to bond with each other she would
spend hours upon hours just holding and cuddling me.
That was because I was so cute, I still am even though I'm not that good right know.
I loved it when she came I got all the attention and didn't have to
share it with any of my brothers and sisters.
Before the age of 8 weeks my new mom had sensed there was
something wrong with me. My brothers and sisters
were getting bigger each day and I seemed to
stay the same
.
My human mom also started noticing something different but
she couldn't quite figure out what it was. So off to
the vet we went. With a complete check up the vet pronounced
me healthy and said that the only problem was that
I was the runt but I would eventually catch up
and be about 70 - 80 lbs. Well I quess she was wrong there, I was
lucky to hit 14 lbs.
Well a few weeks went by and know my new mom had
started paying attention to one of my brothers and less
and less time with me and so had decided that she was going to take
my brother instead of me because there is something just not right with me.
Well off again we went to the vets, at this time I am
know 8 weeks old. The vet told my human mom the same
thing she did before, there's nothing wrong with Goliath he's just the
runt and he'll catch up and be a big healthy, strapping German
Shephard Dog. Well what does the vet know I quess not much.
My father also is with me and mom at the RainBow Bridge
he came 7/4/2004 and when mom joined us we both
showed her all around
