Haven't joined a new forum in a long time, but here goes. I'm Chuck, from Central Illinois, USA. Over the last sixty years, I've had quite a few dogs, from several breeds, but the breeds I love above all others are german shepherds and border terriers. I was, 15 years ago, a dog show competitor and breeder, and a sysop on the old Compuserve Petsforum, but when arthritis took away my ability to show my dogs, I pretty much walked away from all of it. Over the years my borders passed over, of old age, generally taking their last breath while held in my arms. When Missy, my last puppy, passed in 2010 at age 13, I honestly thought that there was no more love in me for another dog. Then came Max. On Christmas Eve of 2010 we were driving to a family thing, and there was a young german shepherd approaching cars on the highway. We stopped and coaxed him off the road, then stayed with him while we called animal control. We made it clear that if no one else claimed him, we would. They thought he was about three - I took one look at his paws and head and said barely a year. Now he's really about three and a lot bigger. Max is a gorgeous dog. If he had papers, I'd have no qualms at all about showing him. I just can't imagine anyone dumping him or not trying to find him. Whoever had him, he was well cared for, but I'm convinced that they were attempting to train him for police work without knowing what they were doing. He's never been a mean dog, but he was very aggressive if he didn't get his way. He never really tried to bite, but he would push people or grab their clothing to try to make hem go where he wanted. After almost two years of gentle but firm corrections, a lot of affection and a lot of treats, most of that behavior is gone, though he still give in to rare episodes of running and meaningless threats. Just more for me to work on. But the good part is that I was wrong about not having any love for another dog.