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Rescue Rex CDX,WAC,CGC really rescued me. I owe him more than than I can type.

Thanks so much for sharing. His face is incredibly sweet. This photo is great.... Give him a nice ear knuckle rub for me. (side note - I don't know what to call that - all dogs like it though - you massage their head and then kind of work your bent knuckle into the base of the ear in circles. Doggie heaven.... )


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Within 24 hours she won our hearts and my husband told me there was no way she was leaving. We had fell under the doberman's spell.

She lived to 15 1/2. She inspired us to have two more dobermans with the third being our current, a fawn named Copper.

Copper... is in his FOREVER home now. Rescuing is so rewarding.
I love that Chucky sold you into Dobermans when you obviously weren't too thrilled about them initially. ...sniff, sniff...... And she lived to a ripe old age! So happy you found Copper his true home, too.

You know, I think I should make it a requirement that everyone post photos on their thread. Never too late, Zoeberry...

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I love this thread-- thanks so much for bumping it up. I would never have found it otherwise.

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I was a stay at home mom, and we had been without a dog for more than a year. Our situation had changed from 2 years ago when hubby and I worked about 10 hours a day. We had a new baby and so we thought it was a good time to get a dog.

We went to our local lab rescue just to look around. That day, a family was turning in a big, black lab because they were moving and could not take their dogs with them.

Ranger was an outside dog, but his owner assured me that he behaved well inside the house. Also, he was great with kids.

Ranger was very distressed when we first met him, so he didnít make too much of an impression, but we took him home anyway. During the first week or two, he vomited his food and was listless. He didnít wag his tail at all. This was when we brought him home. He didnít play with any stuffed animals or chews that we gave him. He wouldnít touch his goody filled kong.

Ranger was 5 years old when we rescued him.



After a few months, he started warming up. And after nearly two years, he is such a part our family. I was reviewing past family pictures, and I noticed that Ranger is always in them because he is always around. Heís never had an accident in the house, gentle with my toddler and great with other doggy friends. He loves to play ball and is now fond of toys, chews and peanut butter.

He meets me at the door when I come home. He coughs at me when he's hungry, and he also doesn't like it when I get mad and swear (in general). I get a reproachful look and then he slinks away. This is true even if my frustration is not directed at him.

I donít think Ranger was ever abused by his former family. But I donít think he was a part of their lives as much as he is a part of ours.

This was a few months after he came to stay .


This is Ranger last month.

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I have the hardest time coming to terms with "outside dog". Ranger is lucky to have you and to be part of the pack, inside where he belongs.
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Me too avalon... I also NEVER understood the family that couldn't take their dog when they moved. WTF? But in Ranger's case, and maybe in most, it is probably for the best. So happy he found an inside, loving home with you!

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My husband always wanted a Doberman (I didn't. My dream dog was a Great Dane). His birthday was in April, and we were moving into our own house in August. I told him that I would get him a late-birthday-doberman when we got our house.

In the middle of July, I logged onto our humane society's website, and saw a skinny, pathetic 6 month old dobergirl with a $300 adoption fee. I immediately drove down there, met her for about 30 seconds, and adopted her. When I was going through the adoption process, the customer service rep told me that the director of the humane society had tried to adopt her, and taken her back after a night or two of her trying to eat their other dogs. So unknown to me, until they gave me my total, they had dropped the adoption fee on her to $70, because she was so "difficult."

I took her to meet my husband at his work, and he was all smiles. They would hang out on the couch all day, cuddling. A few days later it clicked to us that a 6-month-old puppy should be WAY more energetic. A sudden onset of black, mucusy-diarrhea confirmed that she had parvo. After a trip to the emergency vet, our $70 puppy had blossomed into a $2000 puppy.

After she had recovered from parvo, I realized that she had been so sick and withdrawn, that I didn't notice the basic fact that she was evil personified. Once she was feeling better, she would try to eat me every time I got close to my husband. She would snarl and snap if I sat on the couch with them. She loved my husband, but had a deathwish against me. After this went on a bit, I told my husband that I would spend every resource available to me to turn her from Kujo into a normal household pet. If that couldn't be done in 6 months, she would be euthanized. I was terrified of her.

My vet gave us the name of a dog trainer who had a "come to jesus" meeting with her. We worked on obedience. We worked on confidence building. And Izmere the devil incarnate turned into a sweet dog. I can use her as a pillow. We can cuddle on the couch. We play. I'm not entirely convinced that she loves me (but she sure as hell loves my husband,) but we have a mutual understanding, and a mutual tolerance of each other. We coexist without any problems.

Our next rescue doberman was Demon. He came from a show breeder, who had taken him back from the soldier who bought him as a puppy, and kept him crated all the time, and kicked the crap out of him. He was 10 months old when we got him. As soon as he warmed up to us, and realized that we weren't going to hurt him, he turned into the sweetest, most laid-back pup ever. He would bury his head into your legs for skritches. He was super calm. I don't think he had ever played with humans, and was baffled by us trying to play fetch or tug with him.

About three months after we got him, he started to lose weight, and we couldn't figure out why. Our vet put him on antibiotics, and told us to come back in a week or two if nothing changed. He was acting sore, so we took him to the emergency vet, and made them take an x ray, thinking he had a partial blockage. The emergency vet came out in tears, and had to explain to us that our 14 month old dog had a massive tumor on his liver, that had already metastasized into over 30 little tumors in his lungs. All we could offer him was palliative care of pain meds and steroids. We had to put him to sleep last new years eve. He was only 16 months old.

Both of my rescue stories might sound like downers, but Demon was a sweet boy, and I'm glad I had him in my life, even if it only was for 6 months. And Izmere is a bit off, but I love her anyway. Neither would deter me from rescuing again, and after the stress of raising a puppy from 8 weeks, I don't think I would do anything BUT rescue again. And even though I wasn't sold on Dobermans at first, with Izmere the devil, after Demon, I was smitten. I will always own a doberman.
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Okay, I was just not able to do this after reading Kim's story and the emotional state I've been in but I'll start with the doberman who rescued us and made us realize how much this breed means to our lives. He was not a rescue, basically we stole him but I do think he qualifies.

We knew Mansen when my mother-in-law lived next door to him. He roamed the neighborhood after escaping his yard all the time and then finally the owners just gave up and didn't care anymore to get him back in the yard. When they did bring him home they would beat him and only fed him when they thought of him. Neighbors told us stories of seeing him kicked down steps into the pool, held under water during parties where I guess it was cool to show your friends how long your dog could hold his breath under water, blew pot smoke in his mouth and nostrils and numerous other complaints that just hurt my soal. The boy was broken and afraid of everything until the day we brought our moving truck to my MIL's to pack up my husbands things to move into our first home together. Mansen was this little, timid, scared of his own shadow boy who wouldn't let us touch him there but kept leaping into our truck. When we would go to reach for him he would jump out and run away until he got the idea that maybe we wouldn't hurt him. When it came time for us to go and after hearing the stories on him we just didn't get him out of the truck and took him straight to the vets office.

He was full of whelps, skin infections, and weighed a whopping 42 lbs at approximately 10 months old and heart worm positive. The vet suggested we march him to the animal control, explain the situation and ask them how we could keep him. They documented his condition and the vets notes and told us to take him home and consider him ours.

Mansen immediately took to us and my dog, Summer. There was an immediate transformation as soon as we got him home. We were moving in that day but he was a perfect gentleman playing with Summer and nudging and giving sweet kisses when he could get near us without furniture or boxes in our arms.

The first night he slept with us and was my husbands pillow. My husband was worried he would crush his little bones he looked so fragile but Mansen kept wiggling right underneath him.

When I tell you this boy NEVER got in trouble I'm not exagerating. He was always a perfect gentleman. He never showed timidness again after that day, was playful and energetic, but always the gentleman. He loved to play with his mouth and greet people with his mouth and kiss and love on anyone he'd already met once. First time he met you he invited you in with his mouth on your wrist while walking you into the house. Second time he'd greet you with kisses and enthusiasm.

Mansen was 7 1/2 years old when I noticed him losing weight and started coughing. I was in denial that he was sick. It took me two weeks before I realized that he was declining and that he was very sick. He was diagnosed with congestive heart failure and we brought him home with the promise that we would make sure he was comfortable and live the last of his days happy. The kids drowned him with more love then the fluid was drowning him until the day that we realized that he just couldn't be happy anymore. He would go into convulsions anytime he got excited. The first time it happened all I could do is hold him and cry. The second time I called my husband so we could go and show him the way to the bridge.

I am so greatful for the 7 years of life we got to share with Mansen and even more greatful that he opened our eyes to the doberman breed and made us all fall head over heels in love with the breed. It was because of him that we decided to get Cleopatra for him to have another energetic dobe to play with. It was because of him that I was more then willing to bring in another rescue and always will be. None will ever compare to him and I know this, just like none will ever compare to Cleo. I still look at his pictures and love how all of them seem to pour out his personality with the big, red nose that always had to be pointing right at the camera. I laugh that all my memories of him is that big, red nose right in the face, the camera and anywhere it could possibly fit along with the big mouth that had to be on something but amazingly never tore anything up (save a nose because of an overly enthusiastic play session with my husbands best friend). As long as I'm alive and have the energy I will have a doberman and it is all because of my big, red boy. I will admit that until the day I met him I never even gave the breed a thought.

Jordan's story is to follow one day and I know already that it will be a happy one. It took him seconds to become part of our family and I look forward to making new memories with him through the years.

Wow - i am in tears after reading this heart-warming story. Mansen and your family were so lucky to have found each other. Thank you for giving him a wonderful "new beginning" and peaceful "end" when he crossed over.

Thank you for sharing, and blessings to you all.
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Okay, I was just not able to do this after reading Kim's story and the emotional state I've been in but I'll start with the doberman who rescued us and made us realize how much this breed means to our lives. He was not a rescue, basically we stole him but I do think he qualifies.

We knew Mansen when my mother-in-law lived next door to him. He roamed the neighborhood after escaping his yard all the time and then finally the owners just gave up and didn't care anymore to get him back in the yard. When they did bring him home they would beat him and only fed him when they thought of him. Neighbors told us stories of seeing him kicked down steps into the pool, held under water during parties where I guess it was cool to show your friends how long your dog could hold his breath under water, blew pot smoke in his mouth and nostrils and numerous other complaints that just hurt my soal. The boy was broken and afraid of everything until the day we brought our moving truck to my MIL's to pack up my husbands things to move into our first home together. Mansen was this little, timid, scared of his own shadow boy who wouldn't let us touch him there but kept leaping into our truck. When we would go to reach for him he would jump out and run away until he got the idea that maybe we wouldn't hurt him. When it came time for us to go and after hearing the stories on him we just didn't get him out of the truck and took him straight to the vets office.

He was full of whelps, skin infections, and weighed a whopping 42 lbs at approximately 10 months old and heart worm positive. The vet suggested we march him to the animal control, explain the situation and ask them how we could keep him. They documented his condition and the vets notes and told us to take him home and consider him ours.

Mansen immediately took to us and my dog, Summer. There was an immediate transformation as soon as we got him home. We were moving in that day but he was a perfect gentleman playing with Summer and nudging and giving sweet kisses when he could get near us without furniture or boxes in our arms.

The first night he slept with us and was my husbands pillow. My husband was worried he would crush his little bones he looked so fragile but Mansen kept wiggling right underneath him.

When I tell you this boy NEVER got in trouble I'm not exagerating. He was always a perfect gentleman. He never showed timidness again after that day, was playful and energetic, but always the gentleman. He loved to play with his mouth and greet people with his mouth and kiss and love on anyone he'd already met once. First time he met you he invited you in with his mouth on your wrist while walking you into the house. Second time he'd greet you with kisses and enthusiasm.

Mansen was 7 1/2 years old when I noticed him losing weight and started coughing. I was in denial that he was sick. It took me two weeks before I realized that he was declining and that he was very sick. He was diagnosed with congestive heart failure and we brought him home with the promise that we would make sure he was comfortable and live the last of his days happy. The kids drowned him with more love then the fluid was drowning him until the day that we realized that he just couldn't be happy anymore. He would go into convulsions anytime he got excited. The first time it happened all I could do is hold him and cry. The second time I called my husband so we could go and show him the way to the bridge.

I am so greatful for the 7 years of life we got to share with Mansen and even more greatful that he opened our eyes to the doberman breed and made us all fall head over heels in love with the breed. It was because of him that we decided to get Cleopatra for him to have another energetic dobe to play with. It was because of him that I was more then willing to bring in another rescue and always will be. None will ever compare to him and I know this, just like none will ever compare to Cleo. I still look at his pictures and love how all of them seem to pour out his personality with the big, red nose that always had to be pointing right at the camera. I laugh that all my memories of him is that big, red nose right in the face, the camera and anywhere it could possibly fit along with the big mouth that had to be on something but amazingly never tore anything up (save a nose because of an overly enthusiastic play session with my husbands best friend). As long as I'm alive and have the energy I will have a doberman and it is all because of my big, red boy. I will admit that until the day I met him I never even gave the breed a thought.

Jordan's story is to follow one day and I know already that it will be a happy one. It took him seconds to become part of our family and I look forward to making new memories with him through the years.

Your story was so touching, he was so very lucky to have gotten you.
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My first rescue dog was really a stray. We found him running the streets, my then 12 year old friend & I. We named him Jake. He was a beautiful Springr Spaniel. I had him for 4 years until one sad day he ate a pie my wicked step mother made & left within reach. He was taken to the pound that night against my wailing protests. I guess that was were I began liking animals more than most people. Not only did my step monster stab me in the back, but so did my Dad by taking Jake to the place I feared most & prevented him from going in the first place. Poor jake, I hope he found a good home. He was a good boy. Luckily the step monster didn't last too much longer. We had to suffer 2 more years with her shallow azz.

My next rescue was a female Doberman, Amber. She was docked, red & gorgeous. She had a little white blaze on her chest, even though she was obviously pure Dobe. When we got her she was half starved & very shy. We had her for 10 years. She grew up & old with our family. We all still miss her very, very much. She was our princess.

I got my 3rd rescue while I owned Amber. His name was Satchmo. He was a beautif black and tan neutered male, cropped & docked. Very scared. He lived in a dark, cold garage in SF for a year before we got him. When we went to see him he hid behind he car , cowering, but not mean in any way. He was very big, handsome & muscled when we got him home, loved on him, & let him run in the yard for awhile. We only had him for 4 years before he passed away suddenly. We didn't have an autopsy performed, the vet assumed cardio problems.

We planned to rescue another guy this coming Friday, but the shelter called us today & said he has Wobbler's & will be put down instead. We are crushed.

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Oh, I am so sorry to hear that. I'm sure the right one will find you soon.

One of the most dangerous things that can happen to a child is to kill or torture an animal and get away with it.--Margaret Mead

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Thank you everyone for sharing your heartwarming stories.

I've been wanting a Doberman for 7 years(since I was 12) and was already thinking about rescuing when I did get a Doberman. Reading these stories has made me lean alot more heavily to getting a rescue when the time comes.
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Wow so many great stories I just have to share mine too. It all started when I was 10 or so and my neighbor had a doberman. I just loved that dog and everything about him, even though my mom told me to stay away since a doberman would eat a kid-haha if she only knew how much time I would just sit out there with him. Finally when I was in my own place and able I started my search for my 1st dobe. A beautiful red male" thor" came from a breeder and was so awesome. Well when he was about 5 and I was working at petco as a groomer I often took him with me. One day a customer came is and was telling me about a neighbor that had a dobe but it was always chained outside( this was november which in PA is usually cold). She was telling me how sad it looked and stuff. Well I got the address and went and found this pathetic, sad looking doberman outside in the cold just sitting there. I went and talked to the gut who said " my girlfriend won't let him in the house". I offered him $100 cash to take him and he said ok but I won't give you the papers becasue he cost alot of money. So I brought the guy home, named him Raven. He wanted to be sweet. It took about a month of hand feeding to bring him around. He and thor did well together. I got him neutered, and treated some intestinal problems and gained his trust. A few months later the guy came and said he wanted him back as he and the girlfriend broke up. Well I said no and when he found out I had him neutered he didn't want him anyway. Thor lived to be 12 and passed away in 2004 of old age problems. Raven was such a great dog, so obedient, loving and always ready to go for a ride. Sadly he passed in January of what the vet and I believe was DCM as it was so sudden. He was 10. I got Apollo from the SPCA in 2005, he's a goof and not much into learning for a dobe. But he's a loveable guy. I got Athena off of Craigslist in March, she's really a great girl. Graduates from obedience class this week then on to the next class. She adores me and loves to learn. She is 8 months and I look forward to many years of loving her. She was kept crated for most of her short life by an owner that didn't know what a young dobe was like. Oh and I also have my rescue border collie, BO. He's a help with the goats and Apollo and him are great buddies. Well that's my stories. But as for rescue, my horses are some from BLM. Some of my goats were on their way to auction as was my donkey. They may not have the bloddlines some people look for. But I wouldn't trade any of them for anything.

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My wife and I have shared our lives with Dobermans now for about 25 years. Our first was from a breeder in Northern Florida. Her name was Ebony and we had her for only 6.5 years when she was taken from us by Polysythemia, a disease where her bone marrow would not stop producing blood cells, turning her blood into jello. She stroked out one morning by the pool and we had to put her to sleep that afternoon. Needless to say we were brokenhearted and I started to look for another Doberman to restore our home to fullness. I stopped at the pet store to pick up some bird food for our parrot and the owner, who was a friend to my wife and I, knew about Ebony and told us that another customer was looking to find a home for a young female named Chloe. Her male had VonWillebrand's and they got Chloe to breed her with the male. Being responsible people they decided that Chloe needed a good home. We instantly fell in love with her and brought her home. She was with us for 15 years. As her time was growing short, we decided that we needed to find another Dobe and looked into rescues. Florida Doberman Rescue had a little red pup that was in a foster home and we applied to adopt her. The foster home decided to keep that little pup (who could blame them, the single biggest problem with foster homes is their falling for their kids - but who can blame them).

My wife started checking the FDR website on a regular basis. One evening just before bed, she called me in to look at a photo of a young male just shy of his first birthday. We went to see him the very next day and took him home. This is our Gunner, who by the way is officially two years old TODAY!



To continue the story, we decided a few months back that Gunner could benefit from a playmate and, with the kids grown, we could spend the time with two Dobes, so we started looking into another rescue. Well......

Jane, who runs FDR and who we are honored to call a friend, told us about a rescue up in her area that was pregnant with a litter. Eleven red puppies were born in January and we took "Piper" home three months ago. She's now five months old and she and Gunner are getting along about as well as one could expect.



I must say that, without a doubt, rescuing a dog is one of the most rewarding experiences and, rescuing a Doberman is clearly a gift from the Creator of the Universe.

We will be taking the Doberkids out for an ice cream tonight in celebration of Gunner's second birthday. I'm sure I will have photos to post tomorrow.


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Well, it's hard to type as I sit hear bawling my eyes out at your beautiful 'love story' of how you and Rah found each other. So happy for you both. He is a beautiful guy! And goofy, too. Love that combination! Congratulations to you, both. Also, your story gave me a great 'snapshot' of what adopting from a rescue is like. That's what I'll be doing next time. Can't bare that there are so many beautiful, loving and needy dobermans out there, when they are such a treasure to own and share your life with. Thanks for the great story!

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I had just lost my first dobe, Bowie to dilated cardiomyopathy. I had gone through so much with him - temperament issues, health problems galore, you name it. I had decided I was finally going to get a little male pup from a responsible breeder I was comfortable with, but my life was empty. I had Willow, and elderly rescue bitch at home but she had her own baggage to deal with (I only had her a short 8 months) and I needed a dobe to cuddle with and love (Willow loved me on her own terms, and vice versa - no doubt about it - but she was uncomfortable with most physical displays).

I searched all over and was actually rejected by animal control for an out of control 1 year old female that I liked. At the same time I had contacted DRU to put out feelers - and early Saturday, April 29th I made the drive to Sandown NH with a good friend who was going to make sure I didn't take another "project dog" (all my others are) - I wanted a stable dog with reasonably good health. And it was supposed to be an adult female.

I told all this to Claire, and sat myself down on the couch in the office as they started the parade of dobes. Reds, blues, fawns, blacks, big ones, little ones - so many wonderful dogs. A blue female that was adorable. A big red male that was a total love but had real allergies (and I kept stressing - FEMALE!!! I was on the waiting list for a male pup!), a big black male that reminded me so much of Bowie that it was hard to look at him.

Claire kept popping in a male here and there, and in the middle out came this insane blue pup. He BOUNDED in the room, play bowed at the old dogs in their crates, jumped on the couch, and licked my face. He ran around again, too idiotic to control his own legs, fell a few times, and just made a big fool of himself. He was a doofus, through and through. I offered cookies and he was so food motivated. We kept looking at other dogs, and one red male caught my eye - standard dog, very good looking, about 2 years old, calm. I couldn't help it, but the male dogs were going to make a better fit than the females. While we were discussing who to consider, I made an offhand remark that the blue boy was cute.

Neither the blue boy or the red male had been cat tested, so we started with my first choice. The red male came out and immediately tried to kill the cat - we couldn't even distract him once the cat was in sight. He was a definite no - I had two cats at home and above all, my current animals were not going to be put in danger. I was sad, and said - well, I guess lets bring out the blue male?

Out came the blue male, then called Vinny - and he looked at the cat, play bowed, and then ran around. We let him sniff the cat and he flipped it over with his nose. I sat with the cat and he bounced on the couch and fell off. Cat test was passed!

We talked about where he had come from - he was found running loose in CT with a collar embedded into his neck and was kept at a vet clinic. A Jamaican gang was searching shelters for him, wanting their "guard dog" back, and the shelter sent an emergency email to DRU asking them to take him so that they couldn't get him back (his "hold" period was long up, but he was still at the vets due to health issues). He was brought to DRU 3 days before I met him. Talked about how insane he was - active all the time, never stopped, how most people would have a real time taking a 10 month old with this activity level and he was the type of dog returned to shelters/rescues when people didn't know what they were getting into...


Claire asked if I wanted to introduce him to Willow - at 9 years old, she was grumpy and quite the bitch, and we had doubts how she would welcome a 10 month old bouncy male pup, but I said - what do we have to lose?

Within 2 minutes, they were running around the yard together, playing and having a blast. I couldn't deny it- everything was working out. He was wonderfully social, ok with cats, loved Willow and she loved him. I brought out the dumbell and he lit up! I brought out toys and he played with me for as long as I wanted him to.

It was too soon to even hope that this boy could possibly be my next competition prospect, but he was fitting in every other way. I turned to Claire and my friend and said - what do I do? He wasn't even vetted at that point, not ready to go - Claire said if I wanted him, I could have him that day, just do the vetting myself (they knew me very well for a few years and trusted me - Willow was a foster for them that I failed at fostering, and they had helped me train my prior male, Bowie).

I asked my friend, and she said do it. I looked at the blue boy and said - what do I have to lose? Into the crate he went and back to MA...

and the rest is history. I could never have known just what a hole he filled - he has truly been a gift from Bowie - offering me everything Bowie was to me, and everything Bowie could never give me. Bowie sent him, no doubt - sent me a dog that could physically do what Bowie never could even if he wanted to, sent me a dog that was stable that I wouldn't have to worry about.

Rah is simply everything I could have asked for and everything I wanted and needed, even if I didn't know it at the time. The goofy blue pup has grown up to be a goofy blue adult male with drive, determination, biddability, a rock solid temperament, and a wicked sense of humor. I only wish I was a better handler to do him true justice.

I've got so many hopes for Rah, but even if he never accomplishes them, he will remain a gift from Bowie that I will always be thankful for. He may not have a ton of hair, but what he lacks there he makes up for with heart.

Bowie's Semper Fidelis v DRU
the day I brought him home...




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I had always thought dobermans were pretty dogs but were afraid of them since I had heard of their reputations from long ago. One day I was on Craigslist and saw that someone had a doberman to rehome. After discussing with the wife I decided to contact the owners. They told me that he was being tied to a tree and when they tied him that he would lose weight. At that point I decided I had to rescue him from that situation. They were in Louisiana and I was in Arkansas so I met them at the stateline to meet Ryder. He was pitiful looling. His coat was dull and you could count his ribs and he wreaked of dog odor. I decided at that moment he was the dog for me and he decided that I was the man for him. He has been in our home since about Thanksgiving and has never spent the night outside. He thinks he should sleep on our bed even though he weighs 80+ pounds. His coat is so nice and shiny and he has just the right amount of weight on him. He has traveled everywhere we have gone and stands valiantly even though we he never meets a stranger. He is now home!! We love him even though he passes gas like a freight train passes stops..lol
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Here is my story about Abbey,,,

My wife and i have been looking at dogs for almost 2 years, and i've been pretty much set on getting a Dobe for a year now. We don't have any kids and she is often home alone most days, so it was time for her to have someone to spend days with out working in the garden. We called the rescue and went to shelter after shelter for 8 months.
I wanted a young dog, preferably female, and possibly with her earns not cropped.
We found a breeder about two hours away and drove to his house.
That was a bad experience. The pups were 2 weeks old and didn't look bad,,, but. There they were in a dirty pen, their tails were all different lengths and they didn't seem to be moving much. To top it off their mom was locked in another room and proceded to try to rip the door off the hinges to get to us ( I have never heard a more vicious sounding dog in my life).
We left and after probably a dozen emails trying to get more info about his breeding practices I decided not to get anything from him. I really wanted my puppy to be healthy and i just didn't trust him.

So, the weeks slowly went by. We kept checking shelters and writing ,, but gradually we started to give up looking. I didn't think I was going to find a dog.
3 months later....
One day out of the blue I wrote to the rescue agency again and low and behold they had just gotten an email from a shelter about a 6month old dobie that they had no space for. She was a bit shy and underweight and the shelter would have to put her down eventually if no one adopted her.
So, we went to the shelter, met with rescue and took her home the same day (your not supposed to do that without checks and all kinds of other stuff, but we found a way).

She was a 30 pound dobie girl, probably 6 months old. She got sick on the ride home, but was fine once we got there. For two days she ran around licking us,, playing with the cats and her toys. She was a bundle of energy.
On the third day she didn't want to get out of bed. Green discharge was coming from her nose and she was hacking and coughing. We took her to 5 vets, each of them saying something different. My biggest fear was that she has Parvo or Distemper.
After spending over 1000$ on vets and medicine, and an I.V. drip for two days we were really upset. More upset at the chance of loosing her instead of the money, but we just couldn't afford to keep her in a hospital. We spent over a week hand feeding her from a syringe every hour, giving her the pills and forcing her to drink water. It was horrible to see her like that. A few times I thought I was going to wake up to a dead puppy.
Well the rescue stepped in and paid for her to go back to the vet one final time. This time they kept her there for 4 days, she had severe Pneumonia. We brought her home last Saturday and she's gotten better every day since. She is super hyper, always happy and running around.
I couldn't have asked for a better pup. Since last saturday she knows how to sit and heel. We are working on paw and lie down now, but i'm sure we'll have that down in no time. It took us so long to find her. I refuse to give up on her no matter what. Now I just have to see if i can sneak her into the bed without anyone noticing (she sleeps in her kennel next to me at night).
The rescue said we must have been meant to find her.

On our ride home from the shelter


Poor dog spent more time at the vets than at home


We had to get her a sweater, she was shivering non stop and this is all we could find.


and here she is back at home again feeling better. it's so wierd she sleeps with her eyes open sometimes





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Looking back on this thread, it initially struck me that so few of the posts had "thanks" - then realized that I bet in 2007 we couldn't do that... It's probably one of my first posts on DT.

So I would like to go back and retro-thanks all people who posted on this thread... I love, love re-visiting it.

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I moved from Charlotte, NC to the Greensboro, NC area back in 2004. My wife was still down in Charlotte, packing the house. Bored, I went to the local mall. They had some crappy little pet store inside, that charged way too much for what looked like puppy mill dogs. Anyways, there was a brochure hanging on the wall for the Doberman Rescue of the Triad. They were looking for volunteers, and adopters, etc. So, I contacted them, and began volunteering. I had always loved dobermans, and knew I wanted one. This would, at least, feed my fix for a doberman. We didn't have the space for one, yet. Fast forward to this year, I installed a fence around the back yard, and set my sights on the available dobermans at the rescue. I knew I wanted a male, would prefer a fawn, but was not dead set on that, as they were less common in the rescue.

Around Valentines Day, a fawn male came in. He was young(13mths), and full of energy. He had not had much leash walking, and was just a brute, jumping up, etc. I have always been good with the dogs that come in with bad traits. Give me a few days with them, and I can usually get them to learn the right way. This fawn male was no exception. I worked with him, and fell in love with him. I had to have him, he fit with me. He was cat tested. So, I brought my four year old son, Aaron, to meet him. This was the true test, how would either react? We put a muzzle on the boy, just in case he wanted to be mouthy with Aaron. He didn't need it, as he was very happy to meet Aaron. They bonded for the 30 minutes or so. I knew he was a true match.

We brought him home. He loves the cats, wants to groom them, and play with them. They have come around, and let him know if he is pushing the bounds of their relationship. The cats are drinking out of his water bowl, which is a good sign.

I named him Harbinger, which is defined as a Herald, or one who lets known of an intruder. He does let us know when someone is approaching the house.









I continue to volunteer with the rescue. I love helping "lost dobes" find better homes.

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Harbinger 1-12-10 to 12-18-15 RIP my boy, you will be missed greatly!!
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Very nice story about Harbinger! He has such a lovely coat too! His face reminds me of the fawn girl I was fostering earlier this year, she had an amazing coat for a fawn, too! He looks like he is fitting in well with your family...congrats on the new addition, your work with rescue and saving a life!

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he does have a very good coat. All the fawns I have come across, there have only been a few that had rough coats. I see more blues with bad coats, than fawns.

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*has the warm fuzzies*

I think I've told Niz's story way too many times and that everyone is sick of it, but one more time :p


I've never had a dog before, but I've always wanted one, so one rainy weekend the SO took me to our local Humane Society & SPCA for me to check out the dogs. There were tons of skittish GSD's, ridiculous amounts of chihuahuas, some scratchy cats and a gorgeous husky mix and some pibbles and a scraggly looking Dobe, who in our minds then looked magnificent. The Dobe boy was on quarantine for parvo with another dog because a dog that was in a kennel with them had gotten parvo. Next to him was the beautiful Husky mix, but it was terrified of children. People were actually bringing their kids near the dog, and then LAUGHING at it barking in fear. When all the other dogs started barking, the Doberman stayed quiet. When other dogs would chew up whatever was in their kennels, the Doberman left the belongings alone. He'd occasionally put out a "shut the hell up" bark, and all the other dogs would quiet. We visited the indoor kennels after (they put a starving Doberman OUTSIDE. F&$#@ers.) and saw a four year old scotty, a chihuahua that made a sad face at us, and a kitty named Scooter. Scooter was very mrowly and rubby, but scratched. A lot. The chihuahua turned her nose up at us once we brought her in the room and wanted nothing to do with us. Walter, the scotty was calm (4) and well behaved, and his poor fur was matted and caked with urine. Still, we wanted the cool headed Doberman.

We then went down to Palo Alto, and nothing caught my eye in their shelter. When Niz's quarantine was up, we went to the shelter an hour before it opened (the SO started his habit of being late to work for dog stuff then) and there was already a small line forming. We had no idea how this would work--so when they opened up, we ran to the front desk while everyone else ran to kennels. Unfortunately, someone grabbed the Doberman's file and RAN back to the front desk. The front desk said that we could be second in line. They led the lanky Dobe into a room and interviewed the person. She told me she had tons of Dobermans before and that she'd be a great, experienced home for him. We secretly hoped he didn't want anything to do with her. Their interview went great, and so they brought the Dobe back out, who was marked as "green", meaning super friendly temperament and okay for novice owners, has no issues, ect. to meet their dog, a male golden. We went out into the parking lot with them with grumpy faces. As soon as the golden leapt out of their car and made eye contact with the tense Dobe, they both went berserk, lunging, snapping and barking. The shelter staff were speechless. Two weeks ago, before the parvo quarantine, he was GREAT with other dogs. But that home had to be turned down, so it was our interview.

Now, the shelter staff were slightly reluctant to let us meet him. They told us he'd been with a food aggressive dog for the last two weeks, and we could see bite scars all around his body. They were long--something that wouldn't have been a flea bite. At first, he was kind of aloof, but came around for treats. He didn't know any commands, and he had horrible teeth (the vet said there was no way a young dog could have teeth that bad, but after we brushed his teeth and gave him some chews, he has excellent teeth! And still does. No periodontal disease for Nizzers.), but we could lure him into a sit with cookies. I think we gave him an entire jar of cookies in that one sitting. Then, we took him out. I'd never walked a dog on a leash before, save for a huge husky that practically walked me when I was 10. Niz pulled, sniffing frantically, and swiveling his wedge head around everywhere. Then he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the tinted windows/doors of the SPCA. He went berserk again, having the same reaction as he did with the golden. I let him go sniff the door and he gave it a few growls, then nose poked it. Then he got all cute and prancey feet-y. The SO was better with him. He could make Niz walk much more nicely on leash, and the shelter staff said they'd give it a thought and let a behaviorist evaluate him again. Later that night, the shelter staff called and said that we could pick him up. They warned us he was very dog aggressive. The SO left work early and picked Niz up, and headed home. He curled up into a little doberpretzel and snoozed on the five minute drive back. The first night, we taught him sit and down, by luring him with treats. It was easy peasy for this guy. We went to petco and bought some Wellness core (didn't work out), some dog bowls and natures miracle along with a posturepedic bed and tons of nylabones (he wanted nothing to do with them). Then came dinner time. We wanted to teach him manners, but he was so starved that he knocked the food bowl straight out of my hands and started eating everything he could on the floor. We gave him a little more, and then gave him a bath.

The next day, he sunbathed for HOURS. He hadn't been on grass for two weeks. He hadn't had human contact for two weeks. He'd had aggressive dog contact for two weeks straight. Eventually, everyone around us started recognizing him--I still get people that I don't recognize at all, two years later, who tell me they remember him when I first got him.






The night we got him. (below and above)




I had really jumped off the deep end--people on another forum I was on were urging me to return him to a shelter so that he could have a good home with somebody that could deal with his issues. They posted pictures of their GSD's and their tiny wives, saying their dogs knew to respect their wishes, their tiny wive's wishes, ect. I was overwhelmed. I refused to give him up.

Now, I can say that it was a great experience, and all our hard work definitely did help shape and socialize Niz into the princess that he is today. An unsocialized, extremely leash reactive, teenage Doberman was my first dog, and he'll always be my little doberpretzel.





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Mangujowa -- What a great story! I hadn't heard your adoption story before. Thank you for sharing. I think your Nizzers looks so puurrrty. You and your SO are great doberparents!

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