I Can’t Remember Before


I’ve shared my life with my dream German Shepherd puppy for three months now. It’s hard to belive how fast the time goes by. In fact, I feel like I’ve never been without Quest. I just about cannot remember life before he bounced into it, full of floppy puppy ears, kisses, and giant awkward paws.

He brings so much joy to my life. Sometimes it’s just quiet friendship. Sometimes it really is simply looking at him. He’s magnficently beautiful canine perfection. Other times, it’s his sense of humor. His clownish happiness, and his cuddly affection would melt all but the hardest of hearts.

Tomorrow he turns five months old. It won’t be long before his career as a show dog starts. He’s excelling in every kind of training and bonding I have attempted with him. Every time I present him with a challenge, he nails it.

The other day he was incredible- fearless, gentle, and knowing with a group of adults with disabilities who wanted to meet him. Their loud vocalizations and erratic movements did not bother him in the slightest. He has sense. He’s discerning and soft, yet confident and bold.

Sure, we work and train. I could brag of the many things he knows, or the fact that his behavior in public is already effortlessly flawless. I could mention that I have yet to see him startle at, or worry about, anything. But there’s so much more this beautiful puppy than all of that.

I’m incredibly excited to see where our journey takes us, both in the show ring and in life. I waited nearly the life time of a healthy shepherd to bring home my dream puppy.

It was worth it.

I’ve also spent these months sharing my home with my best friend, and been through hell and back to keep us safe and help make these dreams come true. Here we are, shepherds by our sides, having and doing all the things we never imagined we ever, ever would or could. Sometimes it’s been brutal: a combination of the general hardship of life, and the sadness of having people who only want to see us fail, and would get pleasure out of that. It’s been waiting, hoping, planning, wishing, and finally doing.

It’s only made us stronger, and it was utterly worth it.

I can’t wait to see where we all go from here.


All Ears!


Quest is almost five months old. As a precaution, I posted his ears for a couple of days. Viola! Ears. He is a typical gangly puppy, but his quality is outstanding, and his future promise is easy to see. The ears being up has only increased his appeal at the moment. The most precious and beautiful part of this dog is absolutely on the inside, but the cover is pretty awesome, too.


Of Dreams and Hero Dogs

Sometimes dreams come true. My life is a shining example of that lately, in many ways. However, this post is about my sweet, beautiful, noble, stable, confident, kind, intelligent, and all together wonderful puppy. Quest is a gorgeous example of a German Shepherd Dog. Some people prefer one type or another, but few could deny his quality. I waited a decade to own a dog if this style, and I never really fathomed getting one of this level of breeding and type and soundness. Like his angles or not, the dog never puts a foot down wrong. Every where I go, I get asked where I got him. People know on sight that he something special, something valuable, something unique. My own nine year old is here to visit, and called him a “fancy one, exotic!” with no prompting, when he arrived. However, Quest’s worth certainly exceeds any dollar amount that such a well-bred animal from champion, health tested parents would fetch.

There’s something in the way he looks at me. Something in the way he “talks” to me, announcing to the world his pure joy in interacting with his beloved human. There’s something in the way he sends chills down my spine and makes my neck hairs stand on end when he moves. There’s something in the way he faces the entire world with confidence and calm that shoots up the leash and fills me with peace and security, already. There’s something about the way he listens to my worries and laughs along with my jokes, and looks at me with his massive, currently-silly puppy “cone-head” ears. I find myself missing him when he’s not with me. He’s what dreams are made of, and he’s the rare dream that is better than one even imagined.

I can, and will, brag that he already knows sit, down, stay, come, baby show training, baby take (hold comes soon, as teeth mature!), and was leash trained the first time I tried leashing him at 8 weeks. I can, and will, brag how he rides perfectly in the car, has never showed fear or over stimulation about anything, loves the flirt pole, loves to cuddle, and slept through the night his first night home. He’s beautiful. He’s breath-taking. But there’s something about this puppy that I can’t even describe.

He wasn’t even the one I originally thought I would get from the litter, but now I cannot imagine my life without him. He sparkled so brightly at six weeks that I never even imagined I’d get to own him. I cannot thank his breeder enough for the chance to do so. I was broken about my Willow, but she’s where she needs to be, and now I have my dream dog. I cannot wait to see where our adventure, our quest, takes us. Whatever life throws my way, I have a hero dog to lead the way and have my back.