Oh, and also.... THOSE EARS! OMG, those "flying" ears are to die for! ROFLMAO!
Interesting. It's obviously a common sense cause/effect but I never thought about running and exercise being so critical to muscle development - I dumbly figured that these dogs are simply stalwart by default regardless of activity level!he is, like Hope, heavily muscled in the rear--a lot of young dogs don't have that because they don't get enough full out running to develop those muscles.
The other shot you should try to get is the collected part of that sight hound suspended gallop. Where they end up off the ground with all four feet pulled up under them just before they extend again.
Don't stop sending pictures--you've really got a built in cheering section right here.
PS You almost got a collected shot in this batch--not quite because he already had his hindquarters under him and down for the next big leap forward.
What a great hiking story! I'm glad those two turned out to be dog-friendly, and not the sometimes viciously and unfairly prejudiced types of poorly-raised humans. I have a few friends who Red converted into true lovers of the breed, but before him they all seemed to think Dobes were either baby eaters, prone to turning on their owners, or wily, dynamite-carrying bank robbers.I miss having a Dobe so much. I'm getting my Dobe fixes from Hope, and Coco Loco's boy Sugar. I can never get enough of either of them.
I remember when I still had a Dobe and just going out for the monthly shopping trip was hard. All day, all I could think about was getting back home to see my beloved. (Oh, you guys! Don't tell Rich I said that! LOL!)
Once, back in Oregon, Rich and I went hiking with Dobe Shogie and mutt Flash, my two boys at that time. Actually, we went hiking almost every weekend - Central Oregon is full of great places to hike and explore. Mindful of the dogs, we only went a mile or two from the car on hot days, and I had a gallon of water and a dish in the car for them when we got back. But this one day, we were almost back to the car and the boys were romping ahead of us, when two yuppie-types came up the trail. They saw two happy, tired dogs, mouths open, tongues lolling, and I guess they thought they were dying of thirst or something, because when we caught up, the man was pouring bottled water into the lady's cupped hands, giving the dogs a drink! I got such a kick out of that. I told them the car was just around that rock down there, and we had water in the car and they looked kind of sheepish for interfering, but then the lady admitted she just LOVED Dobies and wanted a chance to meet Shogie. So we stood around and chatted for a while, and Shogie got all kinds of attention. He LIVED for attention, and it didn't matter from whom. Just pet him and he was yours, LOL!
I see some of Shogie's personality in Hope's pictures. Although you said Hope likes to bark sometimes. I don't think Shogie ever barked at anyone the whole time I had him. He was a total marshmallow, right to the core. Shogie was red, too, but a little more (ahem) fleshed-out than Hope. In all fairness, I didn't get Shogie until he was well over 3 years old already, so I missed his lanky teenage phase. I'm REALLY enjoying seeing Hope go through it, though, so it's unanimous! Keep posting pictures!
Oh, and also.... THOSE EARS! OMG, those "flying" ears are to die for! ROFLMAO!
And he loves you back!Nothing quite like a puppy having so much fun. I love him.
ROFL! Yes! Those people who believe everything they see on TV. Kinda sad, though, when you think about how many "experts" on any given subject got their education from movies.but before him they all seemed to think Dobes were either baby eaters, prone to turning on their owners, or wily, dynamite-carrying bank robbers.
I had to take one of mine (again, Shogie) in to the vet for something one day and the receptionist, who was new, didn't know Shogie. She asked me what breed he was. He was cropped and docked, but he was BROWN, LOL! She'd evidently never seen anything but a black/rust Dobe before. She kept saying, "But he's brown." I still don't think she completely believed me when I insisted that yes, he was in fact a purebred RED Doberman. I would expect that from Joe Average on the street, but at the vet's office? That was just weird.The real fun is the task of explaining to someone who refuses to believe that they are looking at a Doberman because "the ears are all wrong." I've had this happen a few times now and it is totally bewildering.
And teenaged dobes are pretty good at selective hearing. He's likely to start using the "Sorry, I didn't hear you" line as an excuse if you let him.Oh, and don't worry about Hope being able to hear as well with floppy ears. He can move them around to cup the sound and he hears better than you might think.
I was actually going to say something similar - that he'll use those floppy ears as an excuse:And teenaged dobes are pretty good at selective hearing. He's likely to start using the "Sorry, I didn't hear you" line as an excuse if you let him.
And teenaged dobes are pretty good at selective hearing. He's likely to start using the "Sorry, I didn't hear you" line as an excuse if you let him.
He's definitely exhibiting VERY selective hearing these days and gets huffy and grumbly when he isn't getting his way, which is more often than not. He's developed a bit more independence and will either sun or lie/nap in the study while we are either working or watching TV in the family room, and he no longer barks incessantly during his 1-1.5 hours of daily crate solitude.I was actually going to say something similar - that he'll use those floppy ears as an excuse:
"Wait, WHAT? You said DON'T do that? Sorry, Dad... I didn't hear you, my ears were in the way." (Yeah, riiiight!)
Thank you for the advice and perspective! I am ready to try anything right now - He isn't too bad for the most part, but sometimes something clicks and he goes into Red Terror mode where all bets are off. Right now he's napping on the couch next to me and his sweet custom rugholes, to the point where it's almost possible to forget the naughty time bomb aspect of his current state.How old is he now? He may be approaching a fear phase (usually somewhere between 7-14 months, but off and on) which will likely make him bark more (go away, go away, oh go away...please??) in a kind of braggadocio. That fits with seeing his ruff up too--that doesn't necessarily mean aggression. A dog's ruff may go up if he's feeling aroused, fearful, startled or excited in some way. It is an involuntary reaction.
Oh wow. Ok, my nonsense is a joke by comparison. Just wow.Oh Hope! Giving your daddy a run for his money.
I think Sugar was about his age when he did this one day after I went to work and before my husband came home...
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Don't feel bad we've all been there 😂🤣😂🤣.
These boys are naughty for a long time I've been figuring out. I had a female before Sugar who was an angel at 18 months old.
Thank you! For both the reassurance and the link - I'll definitely be spending some time reading up once I finish picking up his toys and chew-stuff, and generally cleaning and de-Hoping the house. I'm not a neat freak, but I do reach a critical mass where I can only let things go for so long and it was that time somewhere around Thursday. 😂I don't know if you caught my post in a different thread recently, but...it's the age. Adolescence is THE worst. Take a look at this most excellent post that I think you should be able to see on Facebook (it's a public post from a trainer)... be sure to click "see more" to read the whole post!)
Insane. Crazy. Membership in yet another club that I'm loathe to join, but now I know that if I can keep the destructive damage to the rugs and eaten leashes, I'm getting off easy!Welcome to the club. My first boy found a tiny, dime sized burn hole in the vinyl kitchen floor in the house we were renting at the time. (Renting!) He found and worked on that hole while I was at work one day, and by the time I got home, he had ripped up SHEETS of vinyl 6 and 8 feet long. 90% of the kitchen floor was GONE. I knew when my husband (ex now) got home, he'd kill him, so I called my brother to come over (quick) for dinner. I knew the ex would never kill anyone if there was a witness, and that way, I had time to calm him down. So, Ninja didn't die that night but we for sure forfeited our deposit when the owner of the house had to replace that floor.
"Stuff" happens. It's unavoidable. But I'm with Mel, I don't think that sweet little angel could have eaten holes in your rugs. I think it was an evil cat that broke in while you weren't looking.