[GH85Carrera]

My old doberman was a great dog. She adopted me. There was something about my front porch she just loved. I came home one evening and she was on my porch. Everyone in the neighborhood knew me, and they all knew Betty. Most people are terrified of a doberman. She was as friendly as any dog can be. She would climb the chain link fence in the back yard, and go sit on my front porch. I have no idea where she came from.

She finally learned she needed my permission to be out there. When I mowed the front yard she ran to the gate, and sat down. I opened the gate, and she would tremble in anticipation. I would snap my fingers and she ran to the front porch. I could mow and edge the front, and even when I had to empty the bag in the compost pile in the back yard, she just sat on the porch. When I was all done and shut off the mower, she ran at full speed to the back. She knew front porch time was over.

She loved tennis balls, but ignored other balls. The kids in the neighborhood would bring over several tennis balls they found out in the bushes behind the local tennis courts. I let her pick out one from a box of tennis balls and she would run around in the back yard with the kids throwing the ball. I knew she would never bite the kids.

She was super easy to train and never chewed on anything but bones I gave her or her toys.