The original topic got removed for some reason, so I'm here to start it up again.
I love showing off my babies and seeing all the others too. Our non-human friends can be blessings in our lives and I'm thankful to have (or had) them in my life.
First I'll introduce my sister and I's "only child". Her name is Emily and she is a "red" Doberman with natural (uncropped) ears. She is really camera shy, so I don't have much to pick from.
We got her after we lost our Penny, another red Doberman who left a large hole in our hearts despite still having two other dogs. Emily is SO different! When we picked her up from Dogworks, who does Doberman and Greyhound rescue, she was quite the scared cutie. She has improved quite a bit, but still doesn't like to walk on linoleum. It's quite funny, actually.
Like most if not all dogs, she loves to stick her head out the window as I drive. Since I have a two door 1990 Geo Metro, and only the drivers side window rolls up or down, that's the one that gets chosen. We have worked out where her legs and my arm goes so that driving is very easy, and she goes back when I ask her to so I can look to the left.
She also seems to be quite the naturalist, and her favorite activity is watching squirrels. There is a local drive up, Foster's Freeze, that we go to for a soda, and if she could power the motor of my car by sheer force of will, I would save a lot of money on gas, despite the gas sipper that a Metro is. Also, I think she would like to be a hood ornament. If she's not hanging her head out the window, she's standing over the stick shift and hand brake, as close to the windshield as we'll allow her.
Like most of our other girls, she has decided the only way to sleep is under the covers, and not her own. It has to be with her human.
The other ones I wrote about are now gone, but not forgotten and I can't stand to leave them out, so here goes.
Mahana moved out of Mom and Dad's home with my sister Dawn and I. A wonderful moving present if there ever was one. She was a very good dog. She was very protective of us, loved to go on rides, and did her best to remind us, starting about a half an hour before, that dinner time was coming up soon.
Sometimes she could be quite authoritative, so we teasingly called her "Your Majesty." She especially loved young dogs and could be quite mothering.
She seemed to get cold easily, so would get covered up. She was the one that started the whole thing. Penny just took it one step further.
It wasn't long after we moved that Dawn got to thinking that we needed another Doberman (our breed of choice), because poor Mahana was playing musical beds with us. I started work earlier than Dawn, so took Mahana for the first shift at night. A few hours later, when Dawn went to bed, off went Mahana with Dawn, then back with me a few hours later, until I went to work, then she was scooted back onto Dawn's bed.
Through my Dad's contacts, (he's a veterinarian), we found out about Dogworks and were able to pick up Stormy, a sweet 4 month old Rottie/Doberman mix from an animal hospital about three or so hours away, where they had done a spay and a tail docking, since the previous "owners" seemed to have tried to do it themselves by putting a rubber band around her tail and it got badly infected.
She loved everybody, and despite her imposing size and obvious looks to what people considered terrifying breeds, people were drawn to her. She oozed a sincere desire to meet people and loved to clean their hands or any other part of the body that could be reached. (Like little kid's faces.) She seemed to be a human heating unit, and was the only dog that generally did not need to be covered. It was heaven having her next to you as she liked to lie back to back and helped warm up the bed pretty quickly. She liked to help clean in other ways too. Heaven forbid there was a dog bowl with any kibble in it, it got swiped clean by an eager tongue. She really felt she was helping my parents when we'd go to visit them. Their silly (Standard) Poodles would leave stuff like that hanging around?
She also had an endearing habit of carrying things around. Unfortunately, the other dogs loved to de-stuff toys, and she was frequently left with the limp remains. She also liked to carry the little sample bags of dog food. If she thought she was going for a ride, you'd see her looking urgently for something to carry!
Emily enjoying our parents sun roof.