It's a very long story and one that I find very sad and won't go into really other than to say that the bottom line is that Hunter, our oldest GSD (now 7) was never what you could call a "sound" dog, but he was never what I'd have considered a danger, either.
This afternoon that all changed, when he tried to bite me, protecting his beloved "stuffies".
RIP Hunter - you can have ALL the stuffies you want at the Bridge, and nobody will ever take them from you. There's no thunder there, either.
We loved you very much, the dog you used to be before the demons in your head took over. Now it just hurts