GSRNE #298

July 10th marked the one year anniversary of our adopting Luke and we wanted to give everyone an update on how he is doing. To put it plainly, Luke is just a great dog. Over the past year he has thrived in his new environment and has become a cherished member of our family. As time has passed his true personality has steadily shone through, and today he is the happy, confident boy we all thought he could be when we first met him.

A vital part of keeping Luke on the right path after his rescue was enrolling him in obedience school after we adopted him. It was an eight week course that covered all essential commands as well as leash training. It was a great opportunity to reinforce the training Luke received from GSRNE, as well as to further his socialization with other dogs. He responded very well to the exercises and was praised by the instructor on multiple occasions (no small feat considering the stern disposition of the instructor!).

Outside of the classroom we have done our best to keep Luke on a daily schedule consisting of feedings, rest, and lots of exercise. We discovered soon after taking Luke home that he is the ultimate beach bum, and we’ve spent many a Saturday and Sunday playing and exploring in the sand and surf. Once we tire him out, he’s very content to dig a hole in a shaded area and nap while listening to the waves.

Last fall we found a dog park nearby that Luke thoroughly enjoys. It is not a traditional fenced in area, but a system of trails that circle a large lake. It gives him plenty of opportunity to explore the woods, play with other dogs, and cool off in the water.

During the week Luke enjoys neighborhood jogs in the morning and playing backyard fetch in the evening. By the end of the day he is usually worn out and it is pretty comical to watch him put himself to bed on a night when we lose track of time while watching TV. He looks up at us as if to say, “Don’t you know what time it is?”, and then gets up and puts himself in his crate. Needless to say he has become a creature of habit, and it definitely suits him.


On April 3rd we celebrated the birth of our first child, Jack. When we first found out that Erin was pregnant, we were a bit nervous about how such a major change would affect Luke. We researched methods to prepare dogs for the arrival of a newborn and spent several months working with him in various ways in order to make the transition as easy as possible. We strove to minimize any changes in Luke’s normal routine. The end result has been incredibly successful. Luke has been wonderful with Jack and has shown no jealousy, aggression or animosity toward him. In the beginning we kept their introductions brief, but over time we’ve been able to allow longer interactions. Luke enjoys giving Jack a quick sniff followed by a lick or two, and he sees it as his duty to lie close by anytime the baby is on a play matt or in his ExerSaucer. It will be interesting to see how he reacts when Jack begins crawling!

GSRNE #310
Adopted on February 21, 2011 

Dear Friends at GSRNE,

Well, it’s been almost five months since I’ve found my new home. I’ve been pretty darn busy, but I thought I’d take a few minutes break from my duties of squirrel watching and keeping track of my people to let all my friends out there know how I’m doing.

I went to my new home on February 21, 2011. I have to admit, I’m much more relaxed now and settled in, but those first few days I was pretty darn anxious. My foster family was so good to me and took such good care of me that it was pretty hard to leave. I even had to part from my good pal, Blossom, a sweet German Shepherd girl whom I just loved to romp and wrestle with everyday. I’m not bragging, but she was pretty bummed when I left… just saying.

When my new family came to pick me up, I was nervous, confused, and excited all at the same time. I was quite anxious during the long drive to my new home, getting up every few minutes and whining. I even got to show off my big voice when we stopped at a rest area, and I saw another pal in the parking lot. Geez, I just wanted to say hi! I quieted down once we got on the road again. My new dad tried to sing to me – to calm me down I think. Singing lessons might be in order.

I finally settled down a bit and then… we arrived! I didn’t know it was my new house yet, but of course I had to explore everything completely. Lots of new smells! At the same time, I had to keep my new people in my sights at all times – not an easy task. My foster family called me the “Velcro” dog and I think my new family understands why. Ok, so I like to be around my people. I am a German Shepherd, you know. Just doing my job.

That first week especially, my new crate really helped me relax and feel safe. Luckily my foster family (they’re so thoughtful!) sent along my favorite bed, along with my favorite soccer ball. I had my familiar smells mixed in with all the new ones. That first week was filled with new smells and experiences. Lots of walks, of course – I may be seven, but I’m still a very active guy! I’m also very social and everywhere I go I like to meet new people and dog pals. I’m working hard on not yelling when I meet pups on my walks but, geez, I just want to play. My folks are very impressed with how I get along with people and dogs of all shapes and sizes. I’m quite the gentleman. When it comes to squirrels, however, all bets are off.

But soccer is my favorite pastime. Give me my favorite soccer ball, and I will insist you come out to the backyard and play with me. If you let me, I will play until I drop, so my folks have to call it quits when they think I’m tired. (Personally, I think they just get tired and won’t admit it.) I have an endearing habit of dropping the soccer ball right at their feet and just staring at it, willing them to feel guilty enough to pick it up and throw it just one more time.

During those first weeks, I met lots of new people and went to all sorts of new places. I got to go along one day to visit friends for brunch at their house. I was very well behaved. There were all sorts of people, including very little ones, who all loved me, of course. One liked to touch my ears gently and then run away screaming! I had a great time.

As time went on, I was getting more and more relaxed. I could even be by myself sometimes, although when my folks came back I would let them know pretty loudly that I was displeased. I can be a bit vocal sometimes with my barking and whining (I call it singing). I’m working on vocalizing my displeasure a bit more quietly and for a much shorter time frame. The sacrifices a pup has to make. It’s a tough life.

When my folks returned to work from vacation, I had to get used to being by myself for a little bit most days. I got introduced to my new pal, Pam, who stops by in the middle of the day when my folks are at work to walk and play with me. I really enjoy her visits! I’m even getting better at not barking too much when she comes to see me. My folks say that when I get a bit quieter, I can come to work with them sometimes. It’s tough, but it gives me something to work for. You know us shepherds. We love to work!

Over the next weeks and months, I got more and more relaxed and settled in. I still miss my pal Blossom and my foster family, but I hope to go back to visit and resume our friendly wrestling matches soon. Blossom might even come and visit me and I can show off my new digs (no pun intended…really, I don’t dig!).

Now, life is great. I love to go on my walks with my folks around town and in the woods nearby. Around town, everybody says hi to me and pets me. I get lots of attention. The guys at the gas station at the corner always have biscuits ready for me. Little kids stop to pet me and admire my beautiful coat. My tail muscles get a good workout from all that wagging.

Recently, I had two chances to see a whole bunch of my friends and well-wishers at German Shepherd Rescue. I went to the Auction where, I have to admit, I got a little full of myself showing off for the crowd. I felt a little embarrassed when I met the nice man whose car seat I chewed up when I first came to GSRNE! I was a bit anxious way back then. Trust me; I gave up that kind of thing. I think he accepted my apology. It’s amazing what a lick and a tail wag will do.

I also got to go to the annual GSRNE Picnic where I met loads more of my friends – both the human and canine variety. My folks were pretty impressed with how well I handled myself around all those dogs. I’ve come a long way. A little barking and that was that. Maybe I will be able to go into work with my folks sooner than I thought!

My pop’s a fourth-grade teacher, and I finally got to meet some of his students at the end of the school year recently. They loved me of course! I also made a very good impression on the principal so hopefully I can visit them next year as well! I’ve spent some time at my mom’s work also, and I’m getting better and better there as well. That’s good, because I love spending lots of time with my people, and they love spending it with me, naturally.

So there you have it. Life is pretty darn good now, thanks to GSRNE. When I first came to them, I was in pretty rough shape. They fixed me up, put me with an amazing foster family, and now I finally have a family and a home of my own! Hopefully, you will be able to see from the expression on my face in the pictures I’m sending along how thankful I am to everyone involved with GSRNE. I am one happy pup. Thanks! My folks say they are pretty darn happy as well and feel pretty lucky to have found me. Thanks from them as well!

See you all soon!


Leo (was Micah)
GSRNE #172

In 2002 we lost our 7-year old Shepherd, Keisar, to Bloat which affects many large breed dogs. I remember crying for months and thinking I could never have a dog again. After about a year we started thinking about getting another Shepherd. I talked to my husband, and we both agreed to get another dog. My friend told me to check out the German Shepherd Rescue website and I did. I called them and was informed that we could not adopt a dog until our son turned eight years old. We had to wait approximately two years. I looked at the website at least 10 times a month.

Six years ago we were blessed with our dog, Leo, a/k/a Micah #172. He came from Maine as did his sister Miya #179. (Editor’s note: Miya was adopted by Jeannie McMahon, a GSRNE Board member and Volunteer Coordinator. Leo and Miya were both part of the ‘M’ litter.) I often wonder if they met, would they know each other.

I remember when he came home, he was such a good puppy: potty trained and loved his crate, thanks to his foster parents. Our son named him Leo, and it fits him perfectly. Leo’s left ear does not stand up and that is how his name fits him. L (left) E (ear) O (over). Leo is an extremely friendly dog who loves people, long walks with his friend Sofia; a Yellow Lab, and hanging out in his backyard. He loves to talk (bark) when he is in the yard; I think he’s talking to all the other animals in our area. He’s always on guard, walking around the perimeter of our property; he even makes his rounds at night when we are sleeping.

Leo rules the humans in the house, but our two cats rule him. It’s so funny watching the cats take over, and they love being the boss of Leo. Our one cat, Milo, will sleep on Leo’s bed and when I tell Leo to go lie down, he gives me the look; I go and see Milo sleeping on Leo’s bed. I think this is so funny; here you have a 100 lb dog afraid of an 18 lb cat.

He still loves to sing when we play the harmonica. Leo loves people and loves it when people come over. He has to smell them all and give kisses. Leo loves attention, and you have to give it to him at all times. He still has to inspect every bag that comes into our home. Leo is very protective of the house when we are gone. When he meets dogs for the first time he is very vocal, and at times when the other dogs are misbehaving, Leo will correct them, and then he wants to be their best friend. Leo has several dog friends; we take long walks with his friend, Sofia. We can leave the house for five minutes or 10 hours, and he is always so excited to see us when we return.

Leo is six now and you would think he’s one. He is so full of energy that when people see him, they are amazed that he is six years old. Leo is smart also. He knows when we are finished eating dinner. He will come out of the bedroom and sit by the dining room table and give us the look, “Ok dinner is over; it’s my time”. We can’t say the word “walk”. Yes, he knows what that means too. He loves being outside and it does not matter if it’s five degrees or 100. Leo is the best dog, and we are so grateful to the German Shepherd Rescue for giving him to us. A special thanks to Laurie Keating for processing our adoption.

Robert, Zack and Melina Limardo


GSRNE #306
Adopted in 2009 

We entered the local pet store and he paused at the entrance to savor the many smells. He couldn’t believe there were so many! Bunnies, reptiles, dog food, treats, other people’s dogs’ scents; he just stood with his nose in the air, taking it all in. So excited he could hardly contain himself, he began to wag while trying to look and smell in every direction, head swiveling, as we walked forward between a delightful aisle of smoked rawhide on one side and the delectable odors of pet beds on the other.

We moved along, straight down the center, pausing for good sniffs every few feet. After inspecting most of the store, I began to encourage him towards our ultimate destination, the dog food aisle. But the marketing people weren’t fools, and before we got very far we had run a gamut of different kinds of toys in bins, on shelves, and on hang clips conveniently sited at his head height. He finally couldn’t help himself, sat down in front of a clip of cheap plastic reproductions of Sponge Bob, and began to alternately lick them and bark, excited over all the possibilities. By now he was dancing in place, looking at me, back at the toys, back at me expectantly, woofing quietly all the while. When we moved along the aisle, he stopped at the next set of toys and started in all over again, adding whirling in circles in case I hadn’t gotten the idea that these were really GOOD toys, mom!

Did I have a little puppy on the end of that leash? Sounds it, doesn’t it? No, I had Cutter, GSRNE #306. He’s 8 years old, 100 lbs when in good weight, and we aren’t sure he’d ever seen a toy until we got him last year. He came to us as a foster in October 2009 after spending months in a shelter in NH after his owner died. Cutter had issues about everything and default behaviors whenever things didn’t go his way, tearing up crates when confined, as well as chasing cats and chickens. He didn’t know how to walk on a lead and would hit the end of it running with all his 100 lbs. The first few days he was here, several times a day, he would panic, run into the bedroom and climb on furniture to get to windows to try to claw his way out. We began keeping him on a long line after losing a few lamps, whereupon he would climb the furniture in the living room and claw at the solid paneled wall. We finally figured out that the trigger for that behavior was the noise of the refrigerator opening. We’ll never know what caused that one! Most dogs think the fridge is the source of all goodness.

Cutter found it very hard to trust. He couldn’t handle people touching him (think checking for ticks) or looking directly at him (think training a dog to focus on you). It was difficult dealing with him, but every now and then he’d look at me hopefully, as though he wanted to be friends but didn’t know how. Or he’d quietly move over to Glenn and lean up against him if he thought no one was paying attention. The signs were visible – there was a good dog in there. We tried to let him know he was safe and that we loved him, but sometimes love isn’t enough for a frightened, independent minded GSD.

Rally Obedience is BIG fun!

Cutter spent weeks tethered to me in the house and on a 20 foot long line outside of it. Once, the second week he was here, he flatly refused to go into the hated crate no matter the inducement. I put his long line on, ran it through the wires in the back of the crate, applied light pressure, and waited. Every time the pressure of him pulling away eased up, even a touch, I’d praise him and offer treats (which he was too stressed to take at that time). 45 minutes later, he was safely in the crate and I was exhausted.

Fast forward to the present (March 2011). After more than a year and a lot of training, the good dog inside is coming out and he is such a very good boy. We don’t know if he didn’t get much socialization or if his owner thought it was ok for him to act like that, but we know he had a hard time trusting people. He was always pretty sure if something good happened he would have to fight for it to keep from losing it. When Cutter finally did begin to trust us, things moved along quickly, and he now listens, sleeps where he is asked without argument, goes to dog training class and interacts (mostly) politely with the other dogs, and even allows chickens to roost on his back (with a long-suffering expression on his face).

The cat issue has been resolved. (unless they are running, outdoors – cats shouldn’t run if they don’t want to be chased, says Cutter).

He continues to allow more and more liberties; we groom and bathe him without argument now and can check for ticks at will, all things that were not on his “ok to do” list when he arrived. It had become clear after several months that he wouldn’t be a good candidate to move on to yet another household, so we applied to adopt him and were accepted. His training continues as does his large contribution to our lives. He is a joy and a delight every day despite the challenges he can still provide us with.

I’ve learned more from Cutter than I have from any of the dozens of other dogs I’ve trained, fostered, or had permanently. I’ve learned to have more patience than I thought was possible for me, to enjoy and appreciate baby steps in improvement, and to love unconditionally. Once trust is earned, German Shepherds already know how to love like nobody’s business, and Cutter is no exception. He just needed the structure, time, and love from us to let him show it. Taking him to the pet store now is a gift because he is confident enough to ask for things and has self-control enough to not just take them; he can now show me how happy he is to be there. And yes, if he’s polite he often does get a new toy while we are there.

We wouldn’t swap our “problem child” for anything in the world.

Carol & Glenn Visser

GSRNE #235

When we applied to adopt from GSRNE rescue three years ago, little did we realize it would change our lives. After passing the “tests” for adoption (my sister said it was easier to adopt a child), we waited for our perfect match to come along. I was constantly on the web site looking for new adoptees and hoping one of them would be ours. Finally the call we waited for: Laurie Keating called with an offer, but he just didn’t sound like the right dog for us, so we turned the first one down. Then she called about Max and sent us e-mail pictures; we fell in love. He looked and sounded like just what we had dreamed of.

We set up an appointment to meet him and his foster parents, Jon and Kelly. It was LOVE at first sight for us and we thought Max was perfect! Now if he just liked us, we were in. He was a little reserved and standoffish at first but that was perfectly acceptable to us. Then we went outside to play ball. I have never enjoyed playing with a dog as much as we did that day! Max was quite the ballplayer. I swear he would have played until he dropped if we had allowed it. We went home that night full of hopes and dreams that we would be allowed to have this wonderful guy.

Laurie called us the next day and said, “Yes,” which was a magic word to us. We were thrilled! Max was having his neutering surgery done the following Monday so he would stay with his foster family until he recovered. We were worried and called Jon frequently for updates, but Max was soon ready to come home.

He came with some food and toys, one of which was his ball. He settled in just fine and acted like he had always been with us. It was an ideal time because Rob was out of work and spent all day with him, and then both of us were with him all evening. He never spent time alone for quite some time and quickly adjusted to life with us, my sister and her young grandson, Connor. Max was a self-appointed guardian for the baby whenever he visited. Max loved to give Connor kisses which helped Connor learn that though dogs can be big, they can also be nice.

Life was good and the backyard became a huge ball field for Maxie and us to play. His poor ball soon fell apart and he would bring us pieces to throw for him. Other balls were ok for one throw, but then he would find a hunk of rubber from the old ball for us to toss.

We decided to move to Florida and our first consideration was a fenced yard for our boy and lots of room for him to roam the house. We found the perfect house and moved down last October, along with crate, old and new toys, and three pieces of rubber from his old ball. Yep, we had to move the “ball” with Max. We searched many stores to find another ball like the old one, even people toy stores like Toys-R-Us, all to no avail. My son threatened to toss the old rubber pieces many times, and I just kept saying, “No, that’s Max’s ball; you leave it alone.”

Just when we had given up on finding another ball, Rob went to a new pet store opening in the area and guess what?!?! He found not just one, but two balls like the old one, so now we have a spare. When he came home and squeaked the bag, Max went NUTS. Then Rob pulled out the ball and Max was so excited, he was jumping around flipping the ball and acting like a young puppy. We all laughed and laughed at his antics. When he tired out, he lay down with the ball between his legs and proceeded to “talk” to it. That was so funny and we all laughed so hard we cried. Now Max won’t go into another room without it. It is always within his sight which is too funny and too touching!! After more than a year, he got his baby ball back!!!

Max is very free with kisses to me. He will walk by and lick my arm just to say hello and touch me, but with Rob he is all Macho. Kisses? I think not, my man! How about a high-five or a tail wag? Kisses are for Mommy not Daddy. He will wash my whole face but just nod to Rob. But he is more Rob’s dog than mine so we find this strange. Max is just Mr. Personality and loves us to pieces. His two favorite humans are my son, Greg and his daughter, Mackenzie. Kenzie has been in Max’s life since we moved south and though she’s only four, she’s not in the least concerned with his size. The two of them will go out back and play for hours together with balls, sticks and whatever else they can find. My son will do the same and also play rough with him in the house. Max loves it. When they come over, there is never any doubt about who has arrived because Max whines and talks to the door until they come in.

Max has adjusted well to the Florida weather and since we keep the house cool, we have had no problems with his coat. Our vet loves our boy, too. She always says, “Oh good, it’s the wonderful Max come to see us,” and will sigh. We have him on the once-a-month Comfortis, and he has never had a flea or tick problem which is a problem here in the heat belt.

I could just go on and on about Max but just wanted you all to know how well Max is and how loved and spoiled he is. He also seems to know every word we say, so at times he is downright scary. Both Rob and I live for the looks of pure love from him. Thank you, thank you, thank you for our special guy. I just have no idea how we will cope later on when the crossing of Rainbow Bridge is on the horizon; hopefully it won’t be for a long, long time. We will send updates as they happen; until then keep wagging and keep up the good work you do.

Veronica, Robert and Max Smith

GSRNE #148

Roman was found wandering in Boston several years ago-he was in poor condition as the result of living on the streets for some time. He was cared for at the Boston Animal Rescue League before being fostered by GSRNE. Since he was discovered to have separation anxiety, he was medicated for that condition. He also disliked being touched or spoken to sharply.

My sister’s family had been looking for a companion for their young GSD, Rhea, who was despondent over my nephew’s leaving for college and so adopted him through GSRNE. Roman and Rhea became best buddies. I got to know Roman and play with him; he and Rhea visited our home and walked in our woods many times.

Roman’s anxiety improved and one day he and Rhea escaped from their yard, and in their exuberance and living up to their shepherding names, decided to try and herd some of the neighbor’s sheep. Fortunately no one was hurt in the process, but a complaint was made which caused the animal control officer to contact them. In the best interest of everyone, it was decided that Roman would have to go. This was very upsetting to all of us, especially because it meant that it would be another transition for Roman. GSRNE was contacted; fortunately for all, we were approved to adopt him about five years ago.

He arrived with a metal crate with bars that I don’t think King Kong could break! He was glued to me at first, but has gotten better. He did like to get into things on the counter and took down the Levolor drapes when he first came, but he began to blend in, submissive as he is, with our two other shepherds. He’s a wonderful marshmallow of a dog-never pulls on leash, does not jump on people, only gives a “woof” to alert. He has cheered elderly people in nursing homes and comforted our elderly shepherd during her acupuncture treatments. He’s a handsome dog and has made many “people friends” on his walks in the neighborhood. He’s been to beginner and rally obedience classes and earned a CGC.

When Roman became an “only dog” here, we came home with another shepherd pup, “Chips”. She dragged him around by the jowls, took all his toys, and basically “took over.” He became her “parent”: whenever he spotted her being “naughty”, he would come over and stand in front of me so that I would go and see what she was up to. Now he considers Chips his girlfriend.

We’ve tried to make up for whatever pain and mistreatment he may have received, but he still is a subdued dog and is uncomfortable when strangers pet him in certain places. Apparently he never learned to play with a ball but does enjoy getting brushed and going for walks. We’re able to leave him alone in the kitchen/family room without problems or medication. He’s getting gray in the muzzle now, but we hope we still will have him with us for some time yet for there is a special love between us now.

By Barbara and Kurt Koppetsch

GSRNE #260

Dadamine came to us as an owner surrender, along with two other males, Cyrus and Blitz. Although the owner loved the dogs, especially Dadamine, and provided a huge fenced-in yard for them, he was overwhelmed with taking care of them. He wanted to insure that they would be well cared for and so GSRNE took “Dad” (and the others) into foster care where they did very well. Those of you who made it to the auction, met “Dad” when he made an appearance to make sure Lauralee was doing her auctioneering “job” right.

And now for the update from Dad’s new home!

Dadamine is liking it here in Plympton, but I thought he would when he fell asleep on the ride home from Dedham, where he was living as a foster dog.

We usually have breakfast, then go for our walk which is about a mile, then either go out for errands or go to work in the shop. He has learned that if we go out the front door we’re going for a ride, but if we go into the garage, we are going to the shop to work. He has toys in the shop that squeak and in the house as he doesn’t like them if they don’t squeak.

He has become a favorite “greeter” with my customers and loves them as they love him. He gets excited whenever somebody comes over but settles down when asked to.

Usually after lunch or after work I’ll bring him out back to run a bit. He has definitely adjusted well to life here and loves going to the club or to our trainer. Our trainer has been training for almost 20 years and he said, “Adam you have a good one.”

Adam Kling

Dozer (was Blitz)
GSRNE #255

We adopted our first dog, a female German Shepherd, in the spring of 2006. We found her on the website of a local animal shelter. She was a beautiful sable GSD, despite being far too thin. The shelter told us she was “very shy but warmed up quickly.” The best they could tell us about her former home life was that she was tied up outside all alone for most of the time. We filled out the adoption application for her even though we were told there were already two applications in for her. Then, just as we were saying goodbye, she rolled on her back and let me scratch her belly. Clearly she chose us, and an hour later we got a call saying that she was ours. We changed her name from “Princess” to Pixie and soon discovered that she was more than just a little shy. She was terrified of almost all new situations and had never been properly socialized with humans or other dogs. We started her off with a private dog training class so she wouldn’t be too overwhelmed with other dogs. Though it was difficult at first, she eventually did well and from there we moved on to a Level 2 group training class where we worked very hard with her on doggie socialization.

During that first year with Pixie as we were learning about GSDs, we came across the GSRNE’s website. We loved checking the website and seeing the dogs available for adoption and reading their stories. We decided to get involved in the foster program because we wanted to be able to help dogs who were in a similar situation to Pixie’s before we got her. We knew firsthand the effects that improper care had on her. Also, we thought it would be a good experience for Pixie to learn from and socialize with other dogs. Our first foster dog, Max, was wonderful and was just the calm, confident dog Pixie needed to be around. We went back and forth on whether or not to adopt him, but finally decided to let him go so that we could continue fostering. It was a hard decision, but we’ve since learned it was the right one. Our second foster dog, Xago, was a bit more challenging. Given his high energy level we had to introduce him to Pixie very slowly, but eventually they did very well together.

Finally we fostered Dozer (formerly Blitz). Dozer came to GSRNE as an owner surrender along with Cyrus and Dadamine. The owner was ill and couldn’t consistently care for the dogs. As a result they spent most of their time in the owner’s backyard. Dozer respected Pixie’s boundaries and had no interest at all in challenging her as the dominant dog. He just wanted to be part
of a family, and he has been officially part of our family since we adopted him in March of this year.

Dozer is friendly and playful and absolutely LOVES meeting humans and dogs alike. He is happy to have a home where he is involved in all the activities. We have taken him on trips to visit family where he is happy to greet everyone, especially children. My young niece and nephew (ages 6 and 8) loved playing fetch with him. He could not have been happier to get that kind of attention! Dozer’s favorite activity by far is going on walks and hikes. The second we get the leash out, he is bouncing around the house hardly able tocontain his excitement. He is a great walker on leash and proudly trots around the park as if he is showing off his new family. What we are most happy about is Dozer’s interaction with Pixie. He is such a nice boy that Pixie accepted him almost immediately. They are very playful with each other and sometimes even rowdy as they run around the house chasing each other at full speed. Often Dozer has a toy in his mouth, and as he’s running and bouncing around the house, the toy flies out of his mouth onto out-of-reach places. We have found toys on top of counters, bookshelves and even the refrigerator.

He LOVES his toys.

After a good play session Dozer and Pixie settle down for a nap together, often on the same doggie bed even though they each have their own.

Dozer also seems to look up to his older sister and has learned many of his obedience commands from her. He has already completed his Level 1 obedience and thoroughly impressed the instructor with what a quick learner he is. Lately he has been going to drop-in training classes along with Pixie as he gets ready for Level 2! What’s really great about Dozer is his balance between playfulness and calmness. Around the house he loves taking naps on one of the several dog beds we have for him and Pixie. Usually he will gather up three or four toys, take them to his bed and lie down. He’ll alternate between chewing each toy before he falls asleep, using one as a pillow. He has such great personality.

Though we were sad we could not foster anymore, we know we made the right decision and that Dozer was meant to be part of our family. Pixie strongly agrees! We have noticed changes in her since Dozer has been around. She used to bark nonstop and get upset when new people came into the house, but now that she sees Dozer greet new people and be friendly, she is much calmer. We are all happy to have Dozer in our life and grateful that he is part of our family.

Jonathan Scamman and Kelly Best

GSRNE #211
Adopted in October 2001 

Abby’s story, like many of GSRNE’s dogs, has a sad beginning. Abby lived her first seven years in a loving home, with four children and a male dog. When her owners got a divorce, her world was split in half; the two dogs stayed with the husband, and the children went with the wife. Abby had loved “her kids” and missed them, but she still had her canine buddy. The new arrangement was short-lived, however, because there was a bad fire in the home. Abby’s owner couldn’t live there any longer, and he turned to a friend, who owned Abby’s sister/littermate, and asked him to take Abby. This arrangement didn’t work out, because the sister was jealous and kept attacking Abby. The new owner was worried about her safety and tried keeping Abby in a crate, which she hated; she kept breaking out in order to be near him. He turned to GSRNE and asked that we find Abby a real home of her own.

Abby was about 20 pounds overweight when she came into GSRNE, and her foster parents helped her lose some of that weight by taking her for daily walks and keeping her from counter surfing to sneak treats. While in foster care, Abby was examined by a Veterinary Dermatologist to find the cause of the ear infection that caused the hematoma which resulted in one ear no longer being able to stand up.


Update from Abby’s family, Jennifer Jordan and Paul Jordan

Abby is incredibly happy in her new home. She was able to make the transition rather smoothly. Other than her getting into mischief, she is an amazing dog to have around the house. She has an outstanding personality! She is great company for my dad since I am away at college. She became immediately attached to my dad and now has learned his schedule and waits by the window for him to return every day.

My dad walks Abby at least three times a day, and this is by far Abby’s favorite pastime. When my dad goes to walk her, she runs to her leash and almost starts talking to my dad and yelling at him to hurry up and take her outside. She is a pretty good walker although she does sometimes chase small animals, such as squirrels and dogs. She also gets along very well with our other male shepherd named Jake. They are about the same age and similar in build. They do not fight at all and spend most days together lounging around and looking out the window. Abby will take his bone when he is chewing it, but he really doesn’t put up a fight because he is very passive. Also, she absolutely loves finding and fetching sticks. Abby found a huge stick in the woods and carried it all the way back to our house in her mouth and was so proud of herself. She still has that stick to this day. Abby also loves when my dad and I come home from work and throw her stick around for her in the backyard where she expends tons of energy.

When Abby is tired she has a few favorite spots to sleep. She actually rarely lies in her big red bed. She has taken over a couch that we have in our living room right by the window so she can look out and watch people and my dad in the yard. She loves sleeping there and is amazing because she always manages to take the pillows, fluff them up and put them under her head. However, her other favorite spot to sleep is with my dad in his bed. He has a giant king-size bed and every night when he goes up to watch television, she hops right up on her side of the bed, watches television with him and then goes to sleep. She is very cute and often will poke at him with her paw, which she uses as a way to get attention and say goodnight.

Abby has had such a rough life, I think at this point she deserves to be treated like the princess she is, so we really do not scold her for sleeping on the couch or in beds.

Health-wise, Abby is doing incredibly well. While she does not like the vet, she tolerates the visits. We take her for regular checkups with Jake, who helps calm her down when he is there. Her ear with the hematoma is doing great; my dad is very vigilant about giving her eardrops weekly. She is very greedy when it comes to wanting bones, but her weight has stayed the same. She is overall very healthy and happy, and we are very grateful to have such a beautiful dog!




GSRNE #233
Adopted on June 20, 2008 


Background by GSRNE: Back in March 2008, we got a call asking for help for Raven, a 5-year-old black female GSD. The current owner had her for only two weeks, but never meant to keep her. Raven had been given to another woman, who changed her mind and didn’t want the dog.

Raven originally came from a breeder that had 12 GSDs and Raven was at the bottom of the pack. We were told the dogs were all thin and the previous household was a noisy one with the owners arguing around the dogs all the time. In spite of her background, Raven was a pretty calm girl, though she did need some socialization. She was shy with men but was good with kids and had allowed a young boy to come right up to her and jump around her with no problem. When Raven came in, she was very skinny and had not been spayed. GSRNE took care of both of these, and her foster home worked to help her be more confident.

In June 2007, we lost our beloved GSD Katie to the terrible degenerative myelopathy at 11 yrs of age. We were mourning heavily for our loss, so in October we adopted Zeus, now known as Bronte (Shepherd/Pitbull mix) at 9-weeks-old from Ahisma Haven who also fosters animals.

After a few months, we wanted to have another GSD, so we applied for an adoption. When we went to meet Raven at her foster home, Bronte came along, of course, to see if they got along. He was so excited and wanted to play, but he was too much for Raven, and she put him in his place, which was a good thing. We knew it was going to work out because Bronte seemed to say, “Ok, I’ll leave you alone.” Even Jill was happy about that, so on June 20, 2008, we picked up our beautiful Raven.

We didn’t realize what a teacher she would be for Bronte. Ever since he was a puppy, he would never let us clean or touch his paws, even though we constantly tried from the very beginning. Then there was one day that it was raining, both came in, but Bronte knew what was coming. We decided to do Raven first, and being the good dog that she is, she let us wipe her paws. Of course we were saying, “What a good girl you are.” Bronte was watching this from under the table. It was so amazing because for the first time he let us wipe his paws and has been doing so ever since!

Raven has become such a part of our family; we feel that we’ve had her since she was a puppy. She is such a good companion and a very happy girl. She greets you with tail wagging and a nice nuzzle. When she is ready to play, she does a turning motion that makes us laugh. She constantly makes us smile. She and Bronte run throughout the house taking turns chasing each other. She loves chasing the squirrels in the yard, taking her walks with us and playing with all of the many balls she has. She is very attached to Bronte and will sleep by his crate (he is still crated at night and when we go out. Raven has her crate but doesn’t like the door closed). No matter what room we are in, she is there. She is great to groom and with her beautiful black coat, she shines.

Thank you so much GSRNE for putting her into our life. She is the best!

George & Laurie Wormwood

Raven before :(

Raven after! :)

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