Likes: HER BROTHER RENTHAL, FOOD and sleeping in bed with her DADDY..BUNNIES
Pet-Peeves: ANYTHING SMALL AND FURRY(I LOVE small furry creatures but I just have this overwhelming desire to chase them, pick them up and shake them, I just can't help myself!)
Favorite Toy: ANYTHING THAT HAS STUFFING AND A SQUEEKER
Favorite Food: ANYTHING EDIBLE
Favorite Walk: DOES NOT LIKE TO GO OUT OF THE HOUSE, NO WALKS
Best Tricks: STEALING FOOD FROM HER BROTHERS AND SISTER
Arrival Story: Ok, it's a long story but I feel it needs to be told. Gen came into my life on August 5th 2003 (2nd picture); I will never forget that day. I was contacted by the rescue vet about a Doberman that was being brought in to the clinic to be euthanized. The vet said the owners were having the dog put down because they could no longer afford to treat her allergies and she asked if I would be interested in taking the dog into rescue. The rescue vet called me at about 6pm on the 5th of August 2003 and said the dog had been dropped off and I needed to get to the clinic ASAP, she said Nipper (Gen’s HORRIBLE name at the time) had to either be put out of her misery or taken to Med Vet immediately. So I jumped in my car and went straight to the clinic, as I approached Gen’s cage I was not prepared for what I was about to see. This poor girl looked like she was set on fire. I know she had to be miserable, but even in that condition she managed to have enough strength to nuzzle my cheek when I bent down to see her. I said we are going to Med Vet and Gen and I left that minute! As I drove Gen to Med Vet I cried the whole way there. When I left Gen at Med Vet for the night to be evaluated I could not stop thinking about this poor dog and how someone could look at her everyday and not do anything to help her. The next day I went to pick Gen up and she looked a little better and was wagging her nub when I said hello to her. I loaded her in the car and began to tell her that from this point on she was going to have the best life any dog has ever had and I would make sure that her next home would be the best I could find. When I got Gen home I decided that she should have the master bedroom to recuperate in comfort, I covered everything with sheets and changed them 3 times a day for the first week because her scabs and sores were bleeding. I bathed Gen everyday and cried as I gently lathered her rough raw skin. I thought this would be very painful for her but she actually seemed to enjoy it, I think she just enjoyed any human contact at that point. After 2 weeks of bathing and medication Gen was a new dog, she was happy and her skin was healed and her hair was growing back beautifully. We had an eventful 4 months with figuring out allergies (she is allergic to everything!!) and had to treat her demodex 2 times (the allergies were aggravating the demodex so it returned until we finally got the allergy medication correct). Gen also has thyroid disease and spay incontinence. I had every intention of finding Gen a home, but after spending so much time with her and realizing that she really didn’t seem to be comfortable with any people other than my husband and I we decided that our home was the best place for Gen to spend the rest of her life! Gen was originally purchased by a family that intended to breed her for her entire life just for financial gain. She was never thought of as a living creature with feelings, but just as a source of income. Gen had one litter before her health problems started; I hope that her puppies found good homes. Once her former owners found out that she had health problems and that she would cost them money instead of bringing it in, she was banished to the garage to slowly waste away. It amazes me that these awful people paid $600 to purchase Gen in the first place and another $450 to crop her ears, but she had NEVER been to the vet. The only vet records were for an antibiotic that the vet prescribed over the phone without even seeing Gen. I thank God that those horrible people had an ounce of sympathy and brought her to the vet to be humanely put out of her misery, now Gen has the life she deserves!!!!
Bio: Gen would like to say.......
DON'T BREED OR BUY WHILE HOMELESS ANIMALS DIE, RESCUE!!!!! Looking for a Doberman and live in Ohio, Northern Kentucky, Northwest Pennsylvania and some parts of Indiana and West Virginia? Try RESCUE....www.northcoastdobermanre scue.org *************
SPAY AND NEUTER YOUR PETS!! If you don't agree watch this and maybe it will change your mind!!!
http://www.brightlion.com/InHope/I nHope_en.aspx ******************
Also...remember to RESEARCH breeds before adding a K-9 companion to your home to make sure they are the right fit for YOUR family and once you have decided to take an animal into your home, PLEASE take care of them for their entire life, if you can't commit 10-15 years then DON'T get a pet, it is a privilege to own an animal NOT a right!!! BE A RESPONSIBLE PET PARENT!!!!!!!********************* ****************
Abinism in dogs is NOT just another color. Rather, it includes a variety of syndromes which can affect health as well as behavior in many ways. http://whitedobes.doberinfo.com/te xtframe5.html******
Know how to care for your diluted Dobie!!!!
Forums Motto: STOP breeding, homeless dogs are dying!
THE TRUTH ABOUT ALBINOS......The albino trait produces many deleterious changes besides just pale fur. All albinos have changes in their eyes and optic nerves related to their albinism. At least some types of albinism are known to cause several types of behavioral changes, as well as decreased intelligence. For instance, albinos of some species may be excessively emotional, or slow to learn new tasks, or especially fearful, or have a multitude of other behavioral problems. The albinistic syndrome may be accompanied by a wide range of health problems. Some types of albinism affect the immune system, liver, or clotting ability, and others may cause other physiological abnormalities such as defects of the kidneys or thymus, anemia, inner ear defects, megacolon, neurological abnormalities, skeletal defects, microphthalmia, osteopetrosis, spina bifida, and sterility, just to name a few. Albinism in general predisposes animals to skin cancer as well as photosensitivity/photophobia. In some species, some types of albinism are even lethal! So it is easy to see that albinism is NOT just a matter of pigment, it's a deleterious mutation which affects the whole body.
A POEM TO MY FOSTER DOG.....
I am the bridge between what was and what can be.
I am the pathway to a new life.
I am made of mush, because my heart melted when I saw you,
matted and sore, limping, depressed, lonely, unwanted, afraid to love.
For one little time you are mine. I will feed you with my own hand I will love you
with my whole heart I will make you whole.
I am made of steel. Because when the time comes, when you are well, and sleek,
when your eyes shine, and your tail wags with joy then comes the hard part.
I will let you go--not without a tear, but without a regret. For you are safe forever--
a new dog needs me now.
by Diane Morgan
LOOKING FOR A DOBE...RESCUE ONE..
DOGS ARE DOMESTICATED ANIMALS THEY BELONG INSIDE THE HOUSE...IF you don't want a dog in your house then DON"T get one!!!!!!
What is A Reputable Breeder ?????????
1. Has a litter once every 2-3+ years
2. ONLY breeds to maintain the integrity of the breed
3. DOES NOT breed dogs under the age of 2
4. Has all breeding dogs screened for breed specific medical conditions
5. Spays and neuters ALL puppies PRIOR to placement
6. Screens all homes carefully to ensue that the puppies are going to good homes
7. Stays in touch with all families that purchase one of their puppies
8. ALWAYS takes back any of their dogs that the owners cannot keep
9. Supports rescues that help their specific breed.
*******Sadly MOST breeders are NOT ReputableÃƒÆ’Ã‚Â¢ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¡Ã‚Â¬Ãƒâ€šÃ‚Â¦..Opt to Adopt!
Dear Irresponsible Breeder:
I put your puppy to sleep today. He wasn't a puppy anymore, of course.
But he was the last time you saw him at eight weeks of age, or seven, or
six, or ? just how young was he when you sent him out into the world? You
remember him, don't you? He was probably the strong nurser, the pup who
dominated his littermates, the one who took charge of the food dish, who
barked first, who growled first. He was a cute, assertive puppy then.
You remember, don't you?
Some three years later he came to me, a big, strong, adult. Through how
many hands did he pass before he came here? I wonder.
Did you stay in touch with the people who paid you for the cute puppy? Did
you tell them how to feed and care for him? Did you tell them to be sure
to socialize him well? Did your contract (you did have one, didn't you?)
specify that you be contacted if his first family couldn't keep him any
Were they able to ask your advice when they couldn't house break him
quickly? When he chewed up a shoe? When they decided it was easier to
put him in the back yard and ignore him? Were you there to help when they
moved and couldn't take him along? When he was shuffled from place to
place? When no one wanted him because he'd never been trained, because he
had no manners, because he had never bonded with humans?
Did his sire and dam also have a high prey drive? Were they temperament
tested? Have either of them ever turned on a human? How many other
puppies did you send into the world? Do you know where they are? How
I thought you would want to know how this puppy turned out. He could have
been a loved and loving family member. He could have earned obedience
titles. He could have excelled in agility. He could have been a kind
therapy dog. He could have enjoyed the comfort of a loving master at the
end of long and happy life.
But, I put him to sleep today, at a little over three years of age. No, he
wasn't sick or hurt or old. He could not be trusted. He would have hurt
someone. Even someone who wanted to help him, wanted to find him a forever
home. And the saddest part of all is that he didn't care. He didn't even
know that I cared. It was
just another place to be sent.
Your pup of long ago is fine now. He romps happily someplace where there
is only love. Don't give him another thought. I'll think of him, day
after day. I'll cry for him. After all, it was I who put your puppy to
A Heart-Broken Rescue Volunteer
SPAY AND NEUTER YOUR ANIMALS---WE DO NOT NEED ANYMORE ACCIDENTAL LITTERS!!!!
Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Dogs who are tagged, need to post in their Diary the rules & their 7 pawsome facts. Then choose 7 dogs to tag and list their names. Don’t forget to bark them a pmail that they have been tagged and to read your Diary, or send them a fun Rosette announcing they've been Tagged!
1. I was a rescue dog...my mommy saved my life!
2. I am a notorious bunny killer.....
3. I will eat ANYTHING (Mom has me on a diet and it is NOT fun)
4. I don't like any other dogs other than my brothers and sister
5. I SNORE!
6. I bark....A LOT!
7. I don't like people to walk by my house
Dogs I am tagging~
Mr. "Jake" Columbo Delhomme
Ok...so you may know from my bio that I like to chase, catch and shake little animals........well, Mom is really mad at me now. See, I saw this little bunny in the yard the other day and of course I chased him and chased him until I finally caught him...I was SOOO happy. Well after I caught him I shook him really hard, all the time my mom is yelling at me to "Drop the Bunny!", but I was having so much fun I just kept running around the yard (away from Mom) swinging the bunny from side to side. Well, I decided I would take the bunny into the house to show my dad....needless to say his was not very impresssed, he yelled at me and said I was bad for killing the bunny....WHAT?!?!?!....I didn't mean to kill the cute little bunny, I was just trying to play with him....I felt really bad after daddy told me this so I went to my crate and sulked for a while, and my daddy took care of the bunny since mom was so freaked out. We have now implemented a new procedure at the Dobie house....mom goes out and makes sure there are no bunnies or other small furry animals in the yard before I am allowed to go out now..........Boy I really miss those bunnies......