I was just reminded of something that happened to me years ago. I have strong German ancestry on both sides. Despite my name not being spelled the same, I am, nonetheless, a German Shepard. One of the kids in town that used to ride atv's had the house where everyone congregate. When his mother figured out I was a German Shepard, she invented what she called the "German Shepard Dance", which she promptly demonstrated to me. Or ON me, more appropriately. It only reinforced my lifelong commitment to remaining drug and alcohol free.
The pups had me up as soon as it was light. Skye on my side of the bed, nuzzling me awake to go out side and Paisley on Katy's side. They love the snow. Saw it out the bedroom window and wanted out in it pronto.
Skye would hardly come in from 6am till 10:30. Now they are wore out a little. Tons of romping while Kave and I shoveled snow at the end of the driveway.
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