I met Angel's Ameri when she was nothing more than
a small fuffy silver and black german sheperd puppy. She was a gift
from a kennel in germany along with her large brother Count Nikolas
Von Averake.
Angel was built, even at four months more like an american dog and
notthe strictly german dog she was but she was to have a very buisy
Show life ahead. Unfortinatly the life planed for her was little
like the life that Angel would have. I trained her frist as a guardian
like her brother, then as a herder, agilty dog and last as a show
dog. She was due to have a wonderful show career and she did. But
that was not all she became.
The summer she turned four years old I was on vacation in Alaska.
I who was quite fond of solitary walks, disided one morning to go
on a walk in the woods with no one but my beloved Angel. I had been
walking for about three hours, when we ran into a large kondike
bear. Angel watch calmly until the bear took an intrest in me. Then
Angel started to growl. She chargrd toward the large she-bear. The
bear suprsingly enough dropped to all fours and walked off. After
that day Angel has been quite proud of herself and rightly so becase
I owe her more than my life I owe her my happieness.
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