My Story as Told by Dobermans
Meet Cecil! He's a very sweet 8yr old dobergent looking for his forever home. Cecil spent his life chained to a tree in his backyard. Some caring neighbors got his owner to sign him over to them. His vet costs proved to be more than they could handle, so he came to us. Cecil gets along well with people and dogs.He's very playful with the other dobie in the foster home. He's very much a velcro dobe. Cats are still an unknown but since he's not the steadiest on his feet, they'll likely coexist just fine. Cecil has some numbness in his back left leg. It doesn't bother him, and he's very capable of getting around. Cecil is hypothyroid. His condition is easily, and affordably, treatable. He is trustworthy with free roam and isn't destructive. He does have some separation anxiety that manifests itself in barking/whining. Cecil loves to fetch! **We do not discuss individual dogs with applicants until completion of the adoption process. Please submit a completed application: http://dobermanrescueco.org/adopt/forms/. We never consider you applying for a particular dog. The more open you are to gender, color and age, the more likely you are to find a dog with us. We want homes that accept that they are rescuing a dog and are willing to work with the dog to make him a good citizen. We will also schedule a home visit. Once approved to adopt from us, we will contact you about suitable dogs and put you in contact with the foster parents. We get dogs into rescue on a regular basis and they are placed with previously approved adopters who have been waiting for their forever dog. It is best not to focus on any specific dog until you have been approved. We welcome your interest in a dog that may steal your heart but please remember that the dogs posted on our site today will most likely go to homes of applicants that applied weeks ago.**
My first Red Doberman was a 1 year old starvation/abuse case front he CSU vet school in 1980 (beforeCDR) which I named Mike Brown after a Irish rugby player I had met. I was 30. “Brownie” was the smartest animal I had ever lived with and was constantly amazing me. He took 2nd place in obedience in just a 7 week time span. (Narrowly beat out by a standard poodle that we think cheated.) Walking was his favorite thing to do. He never forgot anyone he met and had definite had his likes and dislikes in people. I quickly learned to trust his opinion. He and I went everywhere together including a move to the Pacific Northwest. As a single woman I know he made me much braver and I felt free and safe with him as my companion. He lived to be 12 years old and the day I had to say goodbye is still firmly ingrained in my memory, but so are the amazing places we went and things we saw together. About a week after he died I found myself hiding in the hallway when I heard a noise outside my house at 3AM and decided the next day I was going on a search for a new Doberfriend.
I found Tak, (“Thank you” in swedish) who was about 7 when I got him. He was a mess. He had been living in a small muddy enclosure chained to a clothesline. He did not know how to socialize at all. An angel swiped him when the owner was away. Every week I had him he just became happier and happier. Soon his PeeWee Herman personality came out and he and his very long ears would make people laugh all the time. I had him for 5 years.
Then came Jamie Scott. I got him at 10 months old, weighing in at 90 pounds. He had NO training. Yikes, but man he could run and was so beautiful. After year #1 he was a well mannered boy and after 2 years became my pottery studio assistant. He loved the water and I had to make sure he had on his flotation tubes attached to a harness if he was near water as he did not float well. He would fight with the sprinkler and splash in his wading pool all summer and then bounce through the snow and try to catch snowflakes in the winter. Jamie never had a bad dog day till he got bone cancer at the age of 9. (Feed your dog the best, cleanest dog food you can afford) It was heartbreaking. As he had more trouble walking we sat on the couch and watch the Rockies go to the world series in 2007.
So Dober-kid #4’s name had to be Tulo! He is a goofball and never met an animal or person he does not like. So he has been the perfect big brother as I foster abandoned dogs, including one Dober-puppy from CDR. 3 years ago while visiting Chuck I fell in love with a special needs dog. Blake is a big calm tri-pawed red guy that couldn’t stand up very well when we started working with him. After twice a week swimming sessions he then just started trying to keep up with Tulo and the rest is history. Last year he went to Yellowstone and the Grand Tetons with us and charmed every park ranger he met. He is a love to those who know him and a great watch dog!
So as I creep up on age 60 and am still contentedly single, I cannot imagine my life without these dogs. They enrich my every day and I cannot express the love they give me. Colorado Doberman Rescue has saved the lives of hundreds and hundreds of dogs but what they don’t say is how many human lives they have saved from living a dog-less existence.
So if you are considering becoming a Doberman parent you need to know that you are committing to 10-15 years of dog joy, but you MUST put in the time it takes to train these dogs- and it is easy cause they are smart. It is time well spent and it will teach you much about yourself. Tell them every time they do something good and forgive them for every time they do something bad. They are hard working, loyal, and want to be all you want them to be so it will all work out. Walk them everyday and you will loose those pounds. Your life will never be the same.