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I will add to my post, when I was about 7 yrs old, I was walking to the mail box with a dog that my parents got for me at the dog pound. His name was skipper, really cool little mutt. He walked with me everyday.
I got to my friends house and a german sheppard from across the street, jumped his fence and grabbed my dog by the neck and broke it, then took a
huge bite out of his leg. He was dead when his neck broke. I ran home to tell my Mom, she didn't believe me, grrr! We got in the car she she seen for herself. I didn't walk down that street for 2 yrs. My best friend's Dad barried Skipper and we just barried my best friends dad.
I have no clue what was wrong with that dog, he just ran for it and killed it very quick. Now, I can't really blame the owners, as he was in his fenced in yard, for this reason...I will never trust german sheppard's.
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