Stoopid Dog!

The same [expletive deleted] dog who broke my toe last time has done it again! That [expletive deleted] Dax has to be first for everything. If you want to walk down the hall from the kitchen to the bedroom, he has to lead. If you want to walk back to the kitchen, he has to be first. To the point of running you down to get in front!

Of course, once he’s in front, he’s not sure where we’re going, so he walks slowly (taking up the whole width of the hall) looking back over his shoulder to ask “where we goin’?”

And if he’s not jumping up to be the leader, he’s asleep in the hall, once again taking up the whole width. You can try to walk through him, and he wakes up and looks surprised, but doesn’t move. You can step on his tail, and that’ll make him move, but then he looks so hurt and offended, your heart immediately melts.

So, yep, the other day, while I was walking down the hall and Dax was charging to be in front, the little toe on my bare foot and his boney hock collided. Ow! %@!!& My toe went a direction it’s not supposed to, and now it’s all swollen and black and blue. I can’t wear shoes, and I can’t run (missed an agility practice).

But I tell all of this, not to garner sympathy for myself, but to server as a warning:

You DON’T want a German shepherd! Really!

Don’t get me wrong – I love my German shepherds. But when they’re vocalizing in excitement because I picked up the car keys, or body-slamming another dog in their version of play, or charging in front of me to be first to the door, I wonder why in the world anyone would want one!