"A bit much"

Grover went to his new home this morning and his spot was filled this evening. Filled with another German Shepherd, a girl this time. I'm calling her Zippy. She's a 12 month old female German Shepherd Dog. 

She is what Grover would become in another six months if he didn't get any training. She is the living, breathing poster child, the living exemplar of why training is necessary with any dog, but especially with certain dogs, which includes German Shepherds. Shepherds often land in rescues at about this age. They don't grow up to be well trained dogs like you see with law enforcement, not without a lot of training. They do grow up smart, but without a channel for that smart they will use it however they see fit. This girl was chasing cats, had too much energy, etc. It can be summed up simply by saying she was "a bit much."

She's loud, opinionated, and barks when she doesn't know what else to do. She still has enough of a puppy disposition that she's personable, friendly, and outgoing with people. She's not sure what to make of other dogs, but she's not aggressive and seems to still be relying on her "I'm a puppy, don't hurt me" routine when she meets them, although she will bark like crazy when they are on the other side of a barrier.

She seems to know enough about being a shepherd to know that she needs a person and she has already decided to cast her lot in with mine in the hope that I'll provide what she needs. I will try to do so, on a temporary basis as her foster home, and help her learn enough manners to get by in human/canine society.

When she arrived at Green Dogs she was hyped up and going non-stop.

Apparently she had barked from the car at every person and dog she saw on the drive.

I immediately planned a calming cocktail for her to take the edge off her anxiety this evening.

She barks, she jumps.

I have a feeling that Zippy will be a very descriptive name for her.

She is very friendly with strangers, however, none of the reticence and distrust that you often see in shepherds.

She will even "sit," briefly.

She's very pretty girl, and that never hurts.

Maya wasn't intimidated by her bark and let her know that it wasn't going to work on anyone here.

She was too anxious, excited, and energetic to eat, but with a little canned food

I got her to eat enough food to get some meds in her.

Marshal really took an interest in her.

She planted herself in the corner of the kitchen where she felt safe and she had me between her and any other dogs.

Marshal may be the key to helping this girl adjust.