Moya (means loved) Maximillian-

A german shepherd whose father was a police dog and mother who had a really bad disposition. He wobbled up to me as a puppy and our eyes met and he and I fell in love at first sight. Max as we referred to him actually saved my life once with trespassers. When we bought our property it was a favorite hangout for druggies and beer parties, we didn’t know that but with our three shepherds and their barking we lived a safer life than. One particular incident involved him barking to alert me to someone trespassing on our property. I started up the truck, he jumped in the back and off we went, only to find two grown men (late 30’s) entering our property, The one approached the truck on the passengers side reaching to open the door and I heard such ferocious barking that at first I didn’t know where it came from. The man backed away from the door at the same time I looked back and saw a dog with hair lifted 7-8 inches off the back of his neck, with spittle flying, large teeth with red gums showing warning the man off. The men left, but MAX never left the back of that truck. What amazing strength he had not to attack! He did what he did and it worked, like he said, don’t touch the handle and back off now. The sheriff that gave him (free) to us came over once and remarked at the beautiful shepherd and was told, you gave him to us. Max was a handsome guy, abd wgeb we took in a neglected shepherd named Mandy they had 13 wonderful purebred puppies of which one was kept. His name was MIC and he was our gentle giant at 140 pounds. Notes were left at the end of our driveway, but there was never any bites, and they LOVED, LOVED LOVED children and adults to throw their balls and rings for them. Yes, Mark, their remembered, their loved and when it came to putting Max asleep, I did NOT LEAVE him alone, I held him and he fell asleep in my arms as it was when he was a puppy. A woman at the vet saved me in that she gently advised me to be with him. She was a voice for him, she knew what he and I needed. I go with our animals since, and it is painful for us but we bring them home. Our grandkids pet the boxes and talk with them. We share a jack russell who moved out of the grand kids house when the first one came along and now lives with us old folks, it’s quiet, he doesn’t have to share his toys, and puts himself to sleep by himself. Charlie our jack russell. We have a saying, it aint the size of the dog in the fight, its the size of the fight in the dog!


Joann from CA