Gem Gem has always been "the baby" or "Mrs. Baby." She never makes a peep. However, in public, she growls, barks, and bucks when any other dog, big or small, approaches. Fifty or sixty generations of the shepherd's breeding hardwires her to protect me (the sheep) from any and all predators; so she throws herself in front of me, pushes me back with her butt, and doesn't let up till they're gone. Today, two house-rats (mini-terriers with little bows) screeched their lungs out at Gem Gem, who knew exactly what to do. Their owner declared, "that dog is hazardous." Of course, he simultaneously revealed his total ignorance of dogs. The two self-pitying Marlon Brando wannabes slunk away commiserating, "I coulda been a contender." Gem Gem, you go girl.
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