Allison writes: My co-worker Emily chose to bring Rebel back to San Francisco from a volunteer stint in New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina specifically because she knew we fostered GSDs. He was a very handsome dog – an unusual cream with stunning “eye makeup”. But the glamour belied his true nature; he was a goofy, clumsy, sweet, dopey guy who constantly made us laugh.
He was our reliably “good” dog… but had an uncanny ability to make whole racks of ribs disappear from a kitchen counter without a trace. He tripped over his own feet on every walk, but when given a chance to herd sheep he moved masterfully on total instinct. He could terrify with his great deep GSD bark, but was most ferocious when attacking water sprayed from the hose.
He was wonderful to scruffle; he did a little dance when you scratched his butt, groaned like an old man when you rubbed his ears, and his fur was so soft & thick in some places you thought you were fondling mink.
I had to make 2 photo collages: one for the happy Rebel & one for the gorgeous Rebel. We’ll miss them both desperately.