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My parents had a German shepherd. When they were having a crew build an out building, she was worried he’d go nuts and think the men were bad, so she briefly introduced him. The very first thing he did? Grabbed the hammer from the foreman’s tool belt and played a game of keepaway.

Great dog, and yeah, he certainly patrolled their property well from things like deer, but he was too goofy and clownish. My parents swore he was secretly a retriever in a shepherd suit.