Bio

Wolfgang was a blessing in disguise. He is the son of my fathers dog, Sergeant and my aunt’s dog Sweetie. Only two puppies were born in the litter; Wolfgang and Cody. Before their eyes were even opened, I picked him out of the litter. 

He grew up while I was away for basic training with the military, but was there on my graduation day. He already had his ears partially standing and those long lanky legs of his. He stayed with my family for the first few years until I could find a place on my own. 

Once I took him with me, he stayed by my side since. He’s traveled with me every new duty station and helped me through my hardest times. I never thought I’d find a GS that wasn’t high energy/maintenance. He loved to walk yes, but if he didn’t like the weather outside, he was more than comfortable inside snoozing away. 

Every time I’d come home, he was there with a wagging tail and sometimes a squeaky toy. I always made it a point to take him out first thing. Then we’d relax for a moment before playing indoors for an hour or so. Once he started hoarding his toys, I knew he was ready to relax and be a lazy boy again. 

At the age of thirteen after moving to my current location, he started to have a little trouble with stairs and getting to his favorite spots on the furniture. After nine months, his legs failed him, he stopped eating/drinking and started staring off into the distance. At times he would lose where he was or have coughing fits/trouble breathing. I took him to the vet before I had to make one of the hardest decisions in my life. . . . I lost my soul dog.