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Two American dog breeders, Shelly Watts-Cross, and David Turkheimer created this large breed from the Shiloh Shepherd, additional American-bred German Shepherd Dogs, Alaskan Malamutes and Great Pyrenees. An organized dog breed club was started in 1995. Males stand at 29 to 32 inches (74 to 81 cm) tall and 100 to 150 pounds (45 to 68 kg) pounds while females are 25 to 29 inches (64 to 74 cm) tall and 75 to 110 pounds (34 to 50 kg). This is an intelligent, energetic breed that needs challenging mental stimulation, plenty of exercise and regular grooming. – WIKIPEDIA [Photo credit]
My one experience with this breed was memorable and somewhat painful, literally! Let me introduce you to Tucker, a massive King Shepherd who was a short-term walking client. I’m the one who shortened the term and you’ll see why in a minute.
His owner told me Tucker was fairly easy to walk (this is important when dealing with a 150-pound dog), except…Ah yes, there’s always an “except”, isn’t there? Tucker’s weakness apparently, was cats and other dogs. He hated them, apart from, get this, Jack Russell Terriers, who frightened him! Imagine a big dog like that being scared of a bitty terrier. This made me smile and, duly warned, we headed out. A few cats and dogs did cross our path. Tucker barked furiously, but it was nothing I couldn’t handle. Nobody told me about the squirrels! Tucker went absolutely nuts when he saw them, lunging with all his might.
First day, I sustained a sore shoulder. Not ready to give up yet, I thought I could anticipate and spot the squirrels before Tucker did, thereby keeping a firm grip on a short lead. Ha! He was too strong for me to restrain him. In a self-preservation move, I let go of the leash. (This was a quiet neighbourhood with no traffic.) He didn’t go far but refused to come back to me, playing “catch me if you can”. My car was nearby, so I got an idea. In a singsong voice, I asked: “Tucker, wanna go for a ride?”, and opened the door. He hopped right in. GOTCHA! This went on for a few months. One day, Tucker caught me unawares and dislocated my little finger. It was then I decided to terminate our relationship, having already sustained a serious dog-related knee injury not long before.
Here’s a video illustrating the size of this breed and how much grooming is involved:
Have you ever encountered this type of dog?
Would you consider having one as a pet?
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