Well I had one of my BRILLIANT ideas today to take the boys into one of those Petsmart Rabies Clinics, as Hobo was due, and Nee hadn't had his before. Matt came with me and well, the boys were HORRID. They just wanted to play with each other and tear around corners, then I get the paperwork out and Sanity's dragging my arm off wanting to play with all the puppies and Hobo's talking a mile a minute and getting him riled up so I took the clipboard and Sanity and locked myself in the bathroom. When we came out Hobo went off again so I told Matt to go to the car with him and I'll get him for his turn when Nee and I were done.
We sat in the obedience training ring with all the other people who were waiting. Lots of typical Dane comments, which I answered nicely, and then there was a mismark mantle (All black but white chest blaze, feet and a star between his shoulders.) and Sanity freaked everyone out by doing the deep rooing thing and they all thought he was growling until he went into his play bow. Then the Dane started to leave and Sanity decided to follow him and dragged me (Still sitting in the chair) across the floor rooing the whole way. Yeah...... so much for my perfectly trained dog
Anyways for the sad part. There was a guy and his wife there, nice enough, and they're asking everyone about their dogs, and this older guy comes in with a GSD. He's 8 months olds and his hocks are AWFUL. SO awful that when Matt (Who knows that dogs are fluffy and lovable and that's about it) came in with Hobo later he pointed it out to me. The tips of the hocks were about 3 inches off the ground, plus he was down on his pasterns. I don't pass jusdgement because for all I know he's a rescue dog right? So these people start asking about the puppy and that's how we find out that he's 8 months old. Then the wife says "How much did you pay for him?" The guy answers "$2,000" My heart just sinks. He then goes on to tell them how he's a breeding dog. Lower....... The lady says "So that's the most expensive kind right? The German shepherd? Cuz aren't there different kinds?" The guy says "Oh yes, there are German shepherds, Alstations (SAME THING!), Chzek, AUSTRALIAN, Belgian, all kinds!" Yeah I'm feeling sick to my stomach about now. I SOOOO wanted to say something but Matt gets mad when I get all "Prima Donna" with the dog stuff, so I kept quiet, besides, who would listen to me, when this guy was old enough to be my grandfather, and it wouldn't help anything. I just hope he takes care of that poor puppy.