Recently, we met a man walking his dog while we were walking Stella. We had a conversation. It goes as follows...
Man: What sort's your dog?
Me: German Shepherd
Man: I thought it was. My dog's half German Shepherd so I recognised it like.
His dog was black and tan. I'm not sure which half was German Shepherd as it wasn't the front and wasn't the back. The wire haired terrier didn't even reach his knees, so perhaps there was a half of it that was left at home.
Man: I've got a German Shepherd but he lives in London, he's a working dog. He's a police dog. In the military like. He's 23.
Me: Wow...
Man: He stopped a burglary, the house got burgled, they took everything, then later they went back. He had the burglar up against the wall, bit him he did. When the police turned up they said 'we've got to have your dog put down, coz it's bitten someone'. Luckily my sister was there, she's a Chief Superintendent in the Metropolitan Police so she sorted it. My brother was there too, he's a Inspector in the police. My dog had the copper up the wall, so I said to him, don't take your hat off. I called the dog off, he didn't turn round he just backed up and sat next to me. Then I said, you can take your hat off now. But my brother and sister, they said 'you're not putting the dog down' so he said ok like. They both had their guns, no coats, just their guns there like so he said ok. He said 'that's a well trained dog you got there', I said 'what do you expect, he's a military police dog', I was stood there in full uniform like.
Me: Wow...
A 23 year old German Shepherd who's still working and stopping burglaries? Pfft, that's nothing mate.
My dog thinks she's Scooby Doo.
