My last dog, a German Shepherd/Golden Retriever mix had what was called the 'Shepherd Smile.' When he 'smiled' it looked like he was snarling and ready to bite.
He'd wag his tail, come right up to you with that 'Shepherd Smile.'
I happened to love it when he did that. Folks who were just meeting him for the first time or service people who came to the house didn't have a clue and were terrified of him -- I liked it that way. :-)
One time some unsolicited salesman came to the door and was acting like a jerk. I whistled for "Jerry" to come running from where ever in the house he was. Sure enough, he came running with his 'Shepherd Smile' showing at which point I opened the front door and said "Get 'em!"
This jerk had no clue all Jerry wanted was to say hello and get a pet or two as he ran screaming down my driveway for his car. LOL!!!
I miss that dog. He died 7 years ago. Best dog I ever had, and I've had dogs all my life. Funny, every dog I've ever had has been great in their own way and they all have a special place in my heart. When I pray, I ask the Lord to send them to come get me "when my time comes." I miss 'em all.
Dobermanns are infamous for ‘smiling’ whilst clicking their teeth.
[it’s really a friendly thing]
My aunt was returning a huge meat platter she’d borrowed from my mom and Caesar met her coming in the yard.
We heard the most horrible shrieks coming from the front porch and found my aunt backed against the front door using the platter as ‘shield’ and Caesar happily smiling and clicking his teeth at her, tail wagging like crazy.
As far as Jerry goes, some dogs, you’ll always remember.
Other dogs, you’ll never forget.
Jerry was the latter.
Ahhh, dobes smile too. I have always known what it is, and it surprises me when others don’t.
But, and however, my dobe smiles only for friends and family, and only when calm.
This particular dog is somewhat “hard”, and NO amount of training will smooth that out.
He attacks the door if anyone knocks, same with the big front windows. We are hard pressed to catch him and get him to obey. It was not this bad until his companion died two years ago.
I am certain that if someone broke in he would absolutely attack. There wouldn’t be a steak big enough...he would just figure he’d get it after he disabled ya.
And by “disabled” I do mean I think he would dispatch an intruder.
Concur. It wouldn’t be heaven without dogs. I pray that I’m worthy to join them.