We had discussed the idea and made no decisions but it didn't surprise me when I received a phone call at work giving me an address and asking me to pick up a puppy.

       I was working late and it was mid December and when I got to the house I found that the pups were kept in an unlit shed around back. How, I ask you, are you supposed to pick out a black puppy on a dark night? I reached into the pen but quickly reached right back out again when I heard the growl. I think I even noticed the glint of teeth so I asked the owner just to pick one out for me. He did and I carried the little bundle with the big feet to the car.

       Except for the pitiful crying the trip home was uneventful. I was met at the door by my wife and 4 children but they were not waiting for me so I passed over the package and returned to the carport to hose out the interior of my new Mustang.

       Since it was close to Christmas the dog was named Candy after she ate several candy canes off the Christmas tree wrappers and all.
       She was a German Shepherd ( not very well bred )and as she grew we realised that the one ear up and one ear down which was so cute as a puppy was there for life.

       She was not a demanding dog and would settle for hauling me around the block once a day for her exercise and her empathy for others was touching. Trixy, our small poodle who was already in the house when Candy arrived, really found the confines of our large yard a bit too small for her taste but we had so far managed to keep her within the fence. Candy empathised and in her effort to please kept digging holes under the fence to let the poor little dog wander. She never went out herself as she was quite content to gnaw on the siding of our house. Her food preferences were odd. She liked anything wood, sundeck, chair legs, siding and new trees that I had planted across the back of the property.

       Candy was a large dog so it was decided that she should be an outside dog.
       You notice that I said “It was decided”. My views were always asked for but never heeded where dogs were concerned.
       Once again the pitiful crying began and Candy became an indoor dog as I knew she would.

       The next time we took Candy in the car she was going to the Vet for her shots and a consultation about her strange eating habits.
We put her in the back seat of the Mustang but before I could even start the engine she began to drool. She was drooling so much that we had to wrap a towel around her neck and even that quickly began to soak.
I rolled down her window a little so that she could get some air and she stuck her head out so I backed out of the driveway and headed for the vet. At least most of the drool was going on the outside of the car now. My wife thought Candy was going to hurt herself jamming her head in the window like that so she opened the window all the way. It was a small triangular window not big enough to be a shepherd exit but Candy was trying.
       I noticed some stares as we traveled through our respectable neighborhood in our nice mustang with half a shepherd hanging out of the back window, wrapped in a colorful towel, with great globs of slobber streaking from its mouth.

       The vet told us she was just immature and would grow out of her strange habits. He gave us a travel pill for the ride home because he had noticed her soaked chin and chest.

       Outside the vets we thought about the travel pill but decided since we hadn't brought a couple of two by fours to sandwich it between there was no way she would swallow it.
       Not long after that we traded the Mustang in for a station wagon.

       Obviously German Shepherds and Mustangs were not made to go together.