Poor, poor Einstein.
His owner is going through, let's say an impossible time with is wife.
After he moved out, Einstein was left with his wife, as he now stays in a condominium.
Poor, poor Einstein was so depressed that one day he ran away and never came back.
I only found out about this today.
I LOVE THAT DOG!
=(
Ever since I saw Einstein, I was determined that the next dog I get would be a German Shepherd.
But I ended up getting Lucky, a half-German Shepherd (good enough!) who gave birth to four quarter-German Shepherds, two of which I kept.
So I won't be getting a new dog anytime soon.
I love them all so much, but I still wanted my very own Einstein!
A pure-bred German Shepherd.
(Ok, it was true that I traded a German Shepherd for an iPod mini for my 14th birthday, but only because at that time Snowy was still alive, and I couldn't very well handle FOUR dogs now, could I? And they didn't exactly get along with each other...)
I don't know why I love them so much.
They just look so good. And regal. And majestic. And big.
I like big dogs.
I wonder what happened to him.
I'm afraid that he got run over (NOOO) or worse, shot by evil dog-haters who were terrorised by Einstein's sheer size.
=(
Hopefully someone found him and decided to keep him.
He's adorable and HUGE and super intelligent, if not a little rough.
So if you see a huge male Alsatian wandering around that responds to the name 'Einstein,' TELL ME!
I want to give him a big hug and tell him that his owner didn't abandon him.
You won't understand how much dogs love their owners. I'm not being perasan, but a dog's owner is EVERYTHING to them. I mean, haven't you read Lassie Come-Home?
That dog travelled hundreds of miles, almost starved to death AND got shot in the leg - just so it could fetch its owner home from school! (Many weeks late, obviously)
I'm half afraid that if I suddenly die (goodness knows how, as I'm still perfectly healthy) my dogs will go nuts and go on a murderous rampage, eating up every cat in the neighbourhood.
...Oh wait, they do that already.
But still!
Song of the Day:
"You Know What You Are? - Nine Inch Nails"
Poor doggie. =(
His owner is going through, let's say an impossible time with is wife.
After he moved out, Einstein was left with his wife, as he now stays in a condominium.
Poor, poor Einstein was so depressed that one day he ran away and never came back.
I only found out about this today.
I LOVE THAT DOG!
=(
Ever since I saw Einstein, I was determined that the next dog I get would be a German Shepherd.
But I ended up getting Lucky, a half-German Shepherd (good enough!) who gave birth to four quarter-German Shepherds, two of which I kept.
So I won't be getting a new dog anytime soon.
I love them all so much, but I still wanted my very own Einstein!
A pure-bred German Shepherd.
(Ok, it was true that I traded a German Shepherd for an iPod mini for my 14th birthday, but only because at that time Snowy was still alive, and I couldn't very well handle FOUR dogs now, could I? And they didn't exactly get along with each other...)
I don't know why I love them so much.
They just look so good. And regal. And majestic. And big.
I like big dogs.
I wonder what happened to him.
I'm afraid that he got run over (NOOO) or worse, shot by evil dog-haters who were terrorised by Einstein's sheer size.
=(
Hopefully someone found him and decided to keep him.
He's adorable and HUGE and super intelligent, if not a little rough.
So if you see a huge male Alsatian wandering around that responds to the name 'Einstein,' TELL ME!
I want to give him a big hug and tell him that his owner didn't abandon him.
You won't understand how much dogs love their owners. I'm not being perasan, but a dog's owner is EVERYTHING to them. I mean, haven't you read Lassie Come-Home?
That dog travelled hundreds of miles, almost starved to death AND got shot in the leg - just so it could fetch its owner home from school! (Many weeks late, obviously)
I'm half afraid that if I suddenly die (goodness knows how, as I'm still perfectly healthy) my dogs will go nuts and go on a murderous rampage, eating up every cat in the neighbourhood.
...Oh wait, they do that already.
But still!
Song of the Day:
"You Know What You Are? - Nine Inch Nails"
Poor doggie. =(
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