This post is a little delayed as we added a new family member almost a month ago. There have been so many of my blogland friends and others that lost their lifetime pals recently that I wanted to put off the news a little bit.
Some of you may know that my husband has had a lifetime love affair with Dobermans. His mother liked to show them and Hubs also used them from an early age in 4H/County Fairs. At 8 years of age he was already winning ribbons with his dog Dusty.
As you can see, Dusty was a red Dobbie. Dusty also ended up getting kicked in the head by a horse and was never the same afterwards. My skinny little husband had to carry around a piece of sawed off broom handle to chase Dusty down when he got loose...just in case the dog cornered him.
When I met him at 18, the house was full of Dobies. This was rather shocking to my system as we didn't have pets growing up because we moved too much. When I was real little my mother had a poodle...who only tolerated my sister, father and myself. When she was very old (and I was very young) they had to put her to sleep. That pretty much did it for my mom.
Of these three, Willow was Hubs' love. I almost scanned a bunch of photos of family events that show something significant.....and Hubs down on the floor with the dogs playing instead of posing with the rest of the humans.
Jump ahead about 4 years and now we have two firsts. Our first Dobie and our first child.
This is Duke and Bones. Bones had just had his first ever chocolate spoon (frosting) and as I went to get a cloth to clean him up, Duke stepped in to take over. He was good about that. (Can I get a big YUCK moms???)
Duke was the biggest baby ever. He didn't like to go outside when it was cold. We put a thermal shirt on him and pinned it up just to get him out the door. Um....and did I mention we lived in Texas???? Serious wimp factor going on. Duke started out his life as a show dog but developed a slight dip in his back at the shoulders that counted against him....so he was placed in a home...ours. He was incredibly beautiful and only 9 months old when he joined us.Sadly, orders to Korea had me moving back into my parents house with the baby and we had to find Duke a home.
A couple of assignments, and another child later we have Sable.
So for the last 11 years I have kept Hubs at bay and denied him his next Dobie. I'm so mean. But Omaha he was gone more than home and I traveled to Texas all the time with the kids. My parents didn't have dogs so I could not really take a dog...or afford to kennel one. No dog.
Then when we moved to Waco and bought a house we were on a 4 year controlled tour so we knew we were on borrowed time. I really didn't want the dog trail through the back yard or the dog smell in a house we were going to have to turn around and sell. Call me mean.
Moving here we moved into base housing so we don't have to worry about selling. So Hubs could stand it no longer. Did I want a big dog right now with our future so uncertain? No. But Hubs wanted his running partner...and the teens Chihuahua would not play with Hubs and pretty much cowers ever time he walks in the room. So I gracefully agreed to not stand in the way of the man and his dog.
But she chose Hubs. And Hubs chose her. And to make a long story short, with our history with Dobie's and rescue dogs, they went ahead and let Hubs take her.
And a month into this new relationship Hubs has an amazing looking dog that loves to wrestle (and is too mouthy for the rest of us at this point...she is still a pup) and is learning to be his jogging partner.
And yes, she does gets LOTS more kisses than I do. Lots more hugs and cuddles. And hey, she snores too. So really, they just need a room of their own so we can all sleep blissfully and it will be all good.
And that pretty much explains my very busy month. Handling a dog this size with no information on her past means constant supervision. She is a professional counter surfer after being a stray and loved Mighty Mouses stuffed lady bugs...which are SACRED ya'll!! We've had to find a high protein top rated food to put weight on her in the right way. She plays way too rough for everyone except Hubs. She jumps on the fence -- and we don't want her to figure out she is big enough to clear it...or don't know if she already knows how to do this so she has to be supervised out back also for the time being. And she likes to insult the Chihuahua. He can't stand anyone to be anywhere near his hindquarters...even when being petted. She will come up behind him and when he is rude and attacks her, she grabs his whole butt in her mouth...and then spits him out. Or she flips him off his feet with her nose. HYSTERICAL -- except to him. Oh my. I swear its like having a newborn some days and a 2 year old on others.
The good news is she is learning words (she recognized none of the standards). She is very sweet when she is not wrestling. She is house broken and has not had a single accident in the house. She is learning to be more gentle when playing. She watches out for the little ones and even though she really wants to play with them, she seems to get that they really aren't for chewing on.
And she totally loves Hubs.
So, she's here to stay.