Since nearly everyone here knows why I started liking them, I’ll tell you, too.
When I was 10, my pedo uncle started on me.
For years, I was hiding in the house, terrified to go outside.
When I was 14, I saw one of the Daring Dobermans movie on late night TV and I got down and begged God to give me a dog like that, who would protect me.
Less than a week later, a stay Dobe showed up in my yard, and it’s not like we had herds of them running around here, so it was truly *amazing*.
No one claimed him and from the day he came there, he went with me everywhere and I was able to go run the ridges like I always had, before.
The uncle never touched me again.
I owe my life to those dogs and I have spent over 40 years, repaying the debt.
For about 12 years, I did my own Dobe rescue.
Saved well over a dozen, at least and kept some of them, myself.
They are my heart and my heroes.
:)
Your prayer has been well and truly answered. That would be *amazing* grace. The years may have gone by and your first Doberman has gone on to the other side but I am sure he is still watching over you. :)
Thank you for sharing your story and may a Doberman always sit by your side for all your days.