40 years! He must have been a very special dog.
Yes, he was very special.
He was a German shepherd and his name was Dax.
He was so gentle with our kids but was a fierce watch dog.
At six months our 1st child could take walnuts out of his mouth, sit on him, pull his ears and literally maul him, Dax loved him and the other kids as they came along.
They were HIS kids.
He watched over us all.
Late one night I was on the couch reading, didn’t hear a thing, all of a sudden Dax started a low growl, hair on his back stood up and he lunged for the front door, barking.
I heard a bang as the screen slammed shut, never know who was out there but couldn’t have been good.
I never worried when Dax was on guard.