When I was a child, my family lived in Mexico City. We rented a house in the country to escape the city on weekends. There, a GSD adopted us! He followed my brother home one day and chose to stay with us. His owners tried to keep him home but he always escaped and came to us. They finally agreed to let us have him on weekends. I don’t know his real name but my family called him Bogart. Every weekend when we drove by his house my dad honked the horn as we passed by. He’d come running out so excited to see us! He danced around our car all the way back to our place! He was our weekend dog and when we went back to the city, he went home. He was my first German Shepherd.
