I love dogs, especially Shepherds. When my husband and I married-way back when-he had been raised with a boxer and I loved a collie. We both loved our dogs, but we felt that it would be fair to both of us to get a different breed altogether. So we finally settled on a shepherd.

Well, our first dog was one we later found was in-bred. We knew nothing about this at the time, but we certainly learned quickly. She was fine with the family, but we began to see signs that we didn’t care for.
Long story short, she bit a boy that was playing on the property next to us that belonged to a historical society. That was not a fun time!
Probably about six months after that, a guest let her out to do her business and she went into the road and was killed.
We didn’t have a dog for a couple of years. But when my husband got sick, he had a lengthy convalescence at home, so we decided that a puppy would help take his mind off himself. We heard of this family in our area that were selling shepherd pups. They lived next to an elementary school and only bred their dog this one time so we
knew that we would not have the same problem as before.
I’ll never forget the day that we went to visit the puppy. They had only one left and the reason they had this one was because she was so shy. They had to move the couch away from the wall because she wouldn’t come out on her own.
When we finally got to meet her we found out that she was such a love. So, obviously, we took her home with us. After much debate, we named her B.B. which stood for Bottom of the Barrel, since she was the last of the litter to be sold.