Photo Comments Sex: Female Weight: 51-100 lbs
Leave a bone for Flo the Jett - In Memory
Dogster stats for Flo the Jett - In Memory
None....Flo was Flo. Period.
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August 11th 1985
Funneling attention her way, food and socializing...loved getting out and about. A major ham.
Anyone who stole her center stage light, which was hard to do. Being ignored. Very little bugged her, however.
Bones and something should could chew....she was interactive and did not care for toys she was meant to use for herself.
What was NOT? Ketchup. That was it. This dog would eat soap...no joke - someone won a bet on that one.
Anywhere new, she loved the woods, she LOVED vacations.
She was a lady...no tricks for the grand dame :)
She was my "coming of age dog"....my proclamation that I had left NY and was truly independent. I wanted a vey typy Doberman female of confident nature, and that is exactly what I got :) I picked her up that airport, and I never have seen the likes of her sheer aplomb since. She waltzed out of her crate as if she had not a care in the world, glanced around the parking lot with head held high, slept on my lap on the drive home, strutted into my apartment in an overt claim of her dominion, started barking at a full size Mickey Mouse cardboard figure, and made herself RIGHT at home. Usually, you have got to let them settle in, but by afternoon I was outside, walking on a sidewalk (which she had never seen), on a lead (which she had never worn) and she was trotting straight out in front of me, little stub butt waddling, as confident as can be. I never saw this dog have one shy moment in my life.
Flo was pure Doberman. Exceptionally charasmatic (even for a Doberman), she was insanely intelligent. Aware we were both females, she wanted to keep me in my place; we lived a politicized but fascinating life together, in which she loved getting the better of me. Not in OB though....Flo trained like butter and loved being a proper lady. She was a social ham and major time seductress....she loved drawing attention to herself and was disturbingly good at it. Everyone who met her absolutely adored her....they fawned over her....but then again, she always did put her best face on for them ;) Back at the homestead, she liked chewing the centers out of my shirts, would scrunch me into the most uncomfortable positions once I fell asleep and she silently climbed onto the bed, and she was the piggie to beat all piggies. She would do a submissive snarl when she had been naughty....I'd be lazing on the couch and she would walk up to me and do one, scrunching her nose up so hard she would sneeze. I'd then comb the house for hours, trying to find her badness....she LOVED that. She loved driving me crazy. She primarily ignored her house dog mates and cat mates....she knew people were the good stuff and knew how to work them. She would share her space, but never her throne, although she did love to sit her bum on one's knees when they were sitting on the couch.....sort of like a Flo choo-choo. The epitome of a well-bred dog, I never saw her snap, I never saw her cranky, I never saw her anxious or fretful. She was PURE confidence, but contained and mannerly, with just the right dose of frisk. I would lose her to cancer when she was eight, and it was then that she let me know how fond she was of me, relying upon me and seeming to know that we needed to make our closing moments tender. I have not owned this breed since.....there will only be one Flo, my mad tormentor, ardent protector and a most amazing class act.
Royalty, Etiquette, Fearless- Doberman
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