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Back in my single days a doberman pinscher adopted me. She just showed up on my porch and she was very friendly. She was a total lover and not mean at all, unless you were a cat or squirrel.
When my doorbell would ring, she was right there, and I could hook my finger inside her collar and she would stand on her rear legs wanting to greet whoever. Most people took a step back when they saw her.
She loved tennis balls, and the neighborhood boys would go up the nearby tennis courts and look in the bushes and find "lost" balls and bring them to her. Many times I had 5 or 6 boys in the back yard tossing a tennis ball around and her chasing after it, and loving every moment. She would have a favorite tennis ball for a week or so, and then one day it was time for it to die. She could destroy it in short order, and go get another from the box of them I had as her toy box.
I had zero worries she would bite anyone. I could easily take her food at any point, never an issue. She was really smart. I still miss her.
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Glen
49 Year member of the Porsche Club of America
1985 911 Carrera; 2017 Macan
1986 El Camino with Fuel Injected 350 Crate Engine
My Motto: I will never be too old to have a happy childhood!
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