First of all I would like to thank DT for the wealth of information that I have so far gained from this site. As I am a first time puppy owner, I have been lurking in and out of this forum for all estranged puppy; nonetheless, Doberman tid-bits. It's heartwarming seeing this community you have all built through the love of your fur babies.
A bit about me and my family.. My husband and I are active military (Air Force) in Southern Germany. We love it here! It's just so gosh darn green & dog friendly it's almost absurd, lol. I have ALWAYS had this special interest in Dobermans and when I finally had a home, steady income, and time to provide, I began "The Search". I Originally wanted to get an American breed boy.. But after carefully consideration I decided flying an 8w/o puppy with cropped ears was too cruel/ traumatizing
I spoke to different breeders online if they knew of any European breeders that cropped their litters (legally) and they referred me to a Hungarian breeder and I placed my deposit.
(I didnít think my post was going to be this long.. apologies)
Once the litter was born the breeder picked my boy for me, she called him the laziest doberdude of the litter. Being that I am new to Dobies, and first time puppy mother. Which worked just fine for me. He came home at 10 weeks old--- and I was never the same
Havok is my sweet lover boy
.. He has never slayed any dragons (besides his stuffies), never been a dobershark, never growled or threw a fit, tantrum, ect. We have a very tight bond, like an understanding of each other I canít even put into words. He is literally a carbon copy of me in fur form.
Now here we are nearly 6 months old, 50lbs, and the best friend that I have EVER had! Reason I gave you his/my back ground is because I would like to enroll my boy into dog therapy. And being that it is a team effort I felt like you should know about us. We live 50min away from the Army Hospital where all the fallen, injured service members go for therapy recuperation. With this, I feel that Havok, being such a tender kindred spirit could really change the lives of many people.
Now, I am no fool in thinking it wonít take work to get him to that point. Getting comfortable with wheelchairs for one, the different smells, and probably things that he doesnít even know heís afraid of yet, lol
I was hoping some of you would be interested in sharing your stories of therapy work. Whether it be training obstacles, triumphs, or the special people you have met along the way. Any pointers you're willing to offer would be great.
I appreciate you all for reading this; I know it was a bit long. lol
Happy Turkey day!
Aurora & Havok