One Sunday morning in 1986 we took Susannah into the hospital, she was quite sick. Before we left I had been doing up the pay roll for the coffee shop, when Linda called I slipped the cash into my desk drawer and we headed out. I had a safe in the office but in my rush didn’t bother putting the money in there. You can guess the rest!! we were robbed. We came home in the late afternoon had supper and then I decided to finish the pay roll, that was when we discovered we had been robbed. Long story short the RCMP suggested we get a big dog, (we had a small dog) we were a long way from the highway so alarms would be ineffective. Soon after the robbery we went to see a man in town who raised guard dogs, mostly Doberman. We brought home a very big female doberman named Dana,. For a few days we were decidedly nervous around her but gradually we all got to know each other and became friends. Dana was the biggest baby we had ever owned, she was a real gentle animal, obedient, clean and above all loyal. Sadly the doberman breed only live ten or eleven years, their backs give out and that causes them much suffering. I eventually took Dana to the vet, I stayed with her holding her head and gently stroking her until the end. That was the beginning of my love of Doberman dogs, they are nothing like the image portrayed in Hollywood movies, savage attack dogs, guard dogs, Boys from Brazil dogs etc. I missed Dana so we started looking for another one, Caroline found Molly in Halifax she came from a broken home. The wife got the house, car, kids etc and the husband got the dog. He couldn’t look after Molly but it was clear parting with her was painful. Molly was a wonderful friend and companion, we walked every day, and if I had a lazy day Molly got me off my backside, walks were important. We went back through the field were she could run loose, we walked for an hour or so every day summer and winter. We had a few skunk encounters and a few special recipe baths to remove the odor!!!. Molly, like Dana had back problems at eleven years old. The night before taking her to the vet I carried her to her bed then lay beside her crying, she seemed to understand and licked my tears. The next day Molly was gone and I cried some more. Its very difficult to explain but I was in a depression after Molly, I would walk alone and tears filled my eyes thinking about my beloved Molly. Linda knew it was time to act and another call was put out for a new doberman. Along came Angel, so named by my granddaughter Melissa. Angel is the smallest of our three dobermans but in all other aspects just the same usual dobbie. She was ten years old on 2nd August and so far appears to be in good health. We still do our regular walks, maybe not as far these days, I’m getting old too. Nevertheless, both man and his dog keep fit and healthy. The other plus is that we have never since Dana first arrived been robbed! To sum up, dogs especially Doberman are truly mans best friend,I realize not everyone will agree, not everyone are dog lovers. That is okay but they will never know what they miss. The companionship of a loving and loyal dog is life long lasting gift.
I have owned dogs for the greater part of my life, big ones, small ones and those in between, I can remember them all and I do so with a special fondness and love. In truth I have known many many more good dogs than good people. I have come across the occasional nasty dog, but I have come across hundreds more nasty people. There was never a truer word spoken than “A dog is mans best friend”
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