written by on 02/06/2013
When I was about 8 yrs. old my family were moving into a house my dad had built for us, construction was just barely or almost complete. I was in a part of the house with one of the laborers and our German Shepherd "Misty", out of sight of anyone else.
The worker approached me and put his hand up my shirt. I knew this was wrong and slapped his hand away, the instant I did that Misty lunged at the worker biting him right around his belly button. With a surprised look on his face the worker jumped back and checked his injury. Misty stood still between him and I staring directly at him, I'll never forget that. I'd like to think she was telling him "You want to try that again buddy?" From that day on Misty would not allow any adult male near me without her close personal supervision.
I kept quiet about this for about 35 years or so, I don't know why, I guess I appreciate this breed a lot more than I care what anybody thinks.