[GH85Carrera]

I had a doberman adopt me. I came home one day for lunch and she was sitting on my front porch. I put some water down for her and she drank that, but I figured she would be gone when I got home after lunch. She was still there. So I brought her in, and let her run around in the back yard. I had to run to the convenience store to get a bag of dog food. I named her Betty.

After a week of no one asking about her, I decided she was mine. I had her fixed, and got her shots and so on. She was very smart, and easy to train once she understood that I was Alpha. She tested that a couple of times and learned I did not put up with attitude from her. I would roll her on her back, and just hold her down and get face to face and explain who was boss.

The neighborhood kids loved to come play with her and several tennis balls.

One of the times I had a new girlfriend at my house to spend the night, at 2:30 or so someone was pounding on my door with a cop knock. Betty was at the door making growling, barking and guttural sounds that would make any sane human think long and hard about trying to get past her. Turns out the chick I had over had a loony stalker ex-boyfriend. That was my last date with her.

Betty was a great dog.