When I was 10, my aunt's husband started molesting me.
I told my parents and they did nothing
['family politics'...I got sacrificed so my aunt wouldn't "be upset"]
So, he just kept on every chance he got and I had no way to defend myself from him.
When I was just shy of 14, I was watching late night TV and one of those "Amazing Dobermans" movies was playing.
I actually prayed to God for one, to protect me from my uncle.
Not even a week later, a stray Doberman showed up in my front yard and nobody claimed him.
[and it's not like we had any around here for it to be just a 'coincidence']
He was an old guy and wouldn't harm a flea but the uncle apparently decided I was no longer 'easy prey' because the dog followed me everywhere.
That first old Dobe saved my life.
A year later, I got another one from a guy going through a divorce and that dog was super smart and protective and eventually, by learning to have courage again, from them both, I started to leave my yard where I'd been "trapped" for so long and walk freely around the woods like I used to, before the uncle thing.
The second wonder dog saved my sanity.
Without those two dogs, I'd probably be long dead.
I've had them ever since and it's not only because I believe they are THE
greatest dogs in the world, I owe them
more than I can ever repay them.
For about 10 years I ran a one-woman 'rescue' during those dark days when Dobes didn't get adopted and usually wound up killed at the shelters.
My loyalty and love for them is a direct result of their love and loyalty to me.
I'm not sure I picked them so much as they were picked to be with me.
[wherever you are, dear old Caesar, I hope you're running free and happy and may God bless you and keep you until we meet again]