My last pet was my beloved dog Ozzie (he was named when I got him) he was part German Shepherd and part unknown snow dog. As an adult he was 110 pounds and could run like the wind. Looked like a Shepherd but not colored like one. I got him when he was about ten months old and my daughter was 4 and they grew up together. She would absolutely maul him and he never once offered to bite her but did want to take on a pair of pitbulls that came into his yard one day, luckily he was in the back yard and couldn't get into the front yard where they were. That was the most hackled up and pissed off I ever saw him, I had him by the collar because I was afraid they'd tag team him and they were both his size.
He died when he was 11 from twisted gut, I had him cremated and his ashes are in a nice box with his pictures on it right here with me.
Beautiful dog, great dog. I really hope all dogs go to heaven!