I don’t pretend to know how or why it happens, but dogs (the four legged variety) want to be with me, especially the large working dogs. They love me. They look at me with adoring eyes. They follow me anywhere. I used to think that if I could attract men like I can attract dogs…but that is another story for another day.
I had a date with a man who had a Rottweiler that he was trying to train as a guard dog. That was scary. He had been the volunteer “bad guy” in the training of German Shepherds for a local police department, which meant he knew about as much as I did about K9s.
Maybe I knew a bit more.
When our two older German Shepherds went on to their just rewards in doggie heaven, I decided we were way past the puppy stage of life and called a friend who was a police chief.
How can I get a retired K9?
So I did, and Fero, a retired K9, came into our lives. He was a Schutzhund III (the masters level of training: obedience, tracking, protection) German Shepherd from Germany. He also had a teddy bear and a K9 Vocabulary List in German and English.
Date was impressed with my background, having had both a retired K9 and the Vocabulary List, and wanted me to meet his Dog, although he warned me that Rotts can be quite strong, dangerous and males are one-man animals. Date evidently missed the part of the training about K9s needing to also be family dogs.
Date warned Keep your distance and do not approach Dog. I didn’t have to as Dog had already bounded across the room, body wagging tail and looking at me with adoring eyes and a silly smile.
The three of us sat down, with me in the middle.
Date warned, Be careful; he’s a guard dog. Dog tried to sit on my lap before finally settling on leaning into me and begging for attention.
Date wondered, Have I lost control of my dog? Dog promptly flopped down, rolled over on his back and began whining for a tummy rub.
Date advised, Be careful, he could bite your face and right on cue, Dog jumped up, turned, put his huge front paws on my lap, leaned his enormous head into mine, licked my face and looked at me with a big goofy grin.
At which point, I could see Date, not Dog, was in distress and growing more agitated, so I got up to leave.
I could hear Dog crying and howling as I left. Date, not so much, but then again, Dog and I had a much stronger connection.