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I came into my Mom's life after her previous Doberman was killed by a drunk driver. I was only 9 weeks old and the start for me was rough, but because my Mom loved me, we made it through. The breeder Mom got me from wasn't a very good one and even though the breeder said she had done all sorts of things for me and my siblings to prevent diseases, she obviously didn't. We moved on and like I said, I was better in no time. We went to the dog park everyday - twice! When we moved from CA to IL (that was really tough) there weren't any dog parks around. We were only in IL for a few months (it was nasty cold there!!!) and moved to FL. We found the dog park on the second day and again, I went twice a day. We had fun everyday! I even learned to chase golf carts which kept me in shape. I was glad, I really like junk food and my Mom would give me what ever I wanted. When I was attacked 5 weeks before I died, my Mom fought to have that nasty dog restricted, but living where we did (Pasco County, FL) we were kind of stuck. Glad my Mom got Elise, I know she was lonely, she spoke to me every night when she was alone and she was so very sad. Now, she isn't so sad but I know she would do anything to have me back. I wish I could come back to her, but, I'll wait at the Rainbow Bridge for her and while I'm waiting, I'll chase golf carts and lay in the sun until we meet again. Meanwhile, I'll guide Elise in being the best Service Dog she can be!!!!
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