A German Shepherd guarding his farm. The dog, the myth, the legend. My job has been more difficult with the uppity farm animals taking over Twitter.
#animaltwt
For those of you new here, I'm a brave, loyal, dutiful farm German shepherd dog who protects his pack, his farm, and then myself. I fear nothing, not even thunder and suspicious plastic bags. I want to eat all the things.
Tweeting the world through a dog's perspective.
update: Third in succession has generously allowed me into his bed and has been petting my hindquarters for an hour now. I'm getting rather annoyed, I want to sleep.
But this isn't terrible.
So, I'm barred from the bedroom. Between my claws scratching the baseboard & apparently chasing stuff and whining in my dreams, I keep waking up Mom & Dad.
Firstly, how dare you.
Second, this is a violation of the German Shepherd-Owner Accord.
Thirdly, I'm sleeping there anyway.
So, I'm barred from the bedroom. Between my claws scratching the baseboard & apparently chasing stuff and whining in my dreams, I keep waking up Mom & Dad.
Firstly, how dare you.
Second, this is a violation of the German Shepherd-Owner Accord.
Thirdly, I'm sleeping there anyway.
Human bought a 6-ft stuffed teddy bear and left it on the stairs.
I wish I could say I handled this with my usual reserve, poise and aplomb.
But let's be honest.
I lost my absolutely sh!t.
Squirrel asked me to repost this. Since it's a final request of a reluctant friendship that actually bloomed out of mutual hate
I have obliged.
RIP my favorite frenemy.
The wolf got into the chicken coop last night.
The failure of farm security weighs heavily on me.
I declined my evening treat because
I am no longer a good boy.
One of my favorite memories is going to the park with mom, dad, brothers and sisters.
They swam from island to island
Initially I was reluctant to go.
So they went swimming without me. Can't allow that.
I jumped right in.
Turned out to be a pretty good day.