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| My Mom and Dad with their dog, Suzy, circa 1950. |
Wolfgang was perfect in my eyes
He was slightly apprehensive around strangers but loving around family. He would accompany my little brother, a toddler at the time, as he wandered around in the grass and among the bushes in our big backyard of rolling hills. He was my brother’s unofficial guard dog — and he did it instinctively.
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