If he hadn't grown up in the shelter, if he had been adopted when he was a puppy, if he had grown up in a house, if he had socialized properly, if he had met the world outside our doors, if and if.
So much if for Berger that they make us think of nothing else. If all of the above, Berger would be perfect.
With a little effort, with proper training, with stimulation and a proper life, as a growing dog should live, Berger would now fly.
He was an incredibly sociable and cheerful puppy, he loved to play with toys, he learned incredibly fast, but unfortunately he grew up in the shelter. And in a shelter the stimuli are few and the things a dog can learn very little.
With what little he knows, Berger is so delightful, so cute and so funny. When he makes the two or three commands he knows, full of smile and excitement, he is gorgeous and his face shines.
When he is afraid of all that he does not know, we want to tell him don't be afraid, not you, you who are so smart, so strong, so perfect. Our baby, because we don't see it yet, is something between the perfect dog and the unsocialized dog. He stumbles there in between, and one impresses us, the other hurts us.
He's very, very smart, and if a man is found to take some time and show him from the beginning the world he couldn't get to know as a puppy, Berger will become a very good dog.
Maybe with some insecurities, maybe with some hangovers, but he has so much to give, and he has a razor brain, and we really believe in him as we did when he was a puppy. He came to us with his siblings from the street when he was an infant, with scabies, and was the only one who survived.
