Love it!
Funny, my whole life, I didn’t like Dobermans and Rottweilers...don’t know why, but I didn’t. Probably got chased down by one as a little kid. I used to walk to 2nd and 3rd grade past a neighbor’s house, and they had a wiry terrier named “Toby” that used to terrorize me. I could see the damn thing lurking...just waiting in their bushes. Every day. It was like running the gauntlet.
And I had an older kid on that same route who used to torture me, too. He would wait for me as well. I had those little plaid thermos things in my lunch pail. He would dump my lunch out on the ground, and I remember picking up the thermos and shaking it gently, sadly knowing in advance I would hear the sloshing of the fragile glass inside. My mom would be so pissed when I came home all the time with a broken thermos.
Man, did I hate that school. Green Acres was the name.
So, I probably had some kind of deep rooted dislike of Dobermans for a reason. But one of the great things about life is that you don’t have to stay a kid forever...you get to grow up and figure things out.
Then, like meeting people for the first time who you disliked for some unknown reason, you meet a Doberman that is normal and not chasing you, and...you find out that, like those people, they aren’t all that bad, and...are actually quite pleasant...:)
They’ve been my breed of choice since the 70s.
They crazy-loyal and will kill or die for the ones they love.
We have a lot in common.
:)
Oddly enough, *if* you were chased by a Doberman when you were a kid, it was almost certainly a friendly act that didn’t look so.
They are obsessed with children and adore them.
May have been just trying to give you a kiss.