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Rex's The German Shepherd Dog, His Story
At that time
Rex was just 7 years old and was ‘owned’ by a couple who had real
problems. The
wife had had a stroke about 6 years before was in a wheelchair and was
unable to speak or do anything about the house, the husband, who had the
care of his wife and Rex, was suffering from Alzheimer’s and had been
for some time. Rex had been
looking after himself for about 4 years, by going into the town and
‘shoplifting’. When
our local council introduced dog wardens they caught up with Rex much to
the relief of the towns butchers. It appeared that the couple, unable to
look after Rex, were letting him look after himself, he would spend
the day doing as he liked and would come ‘home’ in the evening to
sleep in the concrete coal bunker. When
we were told about him I said no, said I had done my share of having
rescues with problems and this time I wanted to chose my breed and buy a
puppy. And I was determined to stick to my guns. Then they brought Rex
into our work place to ‘see’ me. Few hours later, bathed and flea
sprayed; there he lay on a rug, feet on the hearth. OK,
never was very good at saying no and meaning it. He
was lovely, clean in the house, biddable, very happy at his good luck
and a joy to live with. Only problem was he thought I was his guardian
angle if not God. And I spent at least a week weeping at the way he
behaved when offered the smallest kindness or service. It was difficult
to get him to eat from a bowl seemed to think it was human food and not
for him, where as
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Rex
was a rescue, I was asked to take him on about 4 months after I lost the
last of my rescue GSD girls and was looking for a different breed, we had
decided we would like a puppy instead of another rescue and were looking
for something a bit smaller. 
dustbins were fair game. And to be stroked or patted
sent him into squirms