The Year of the Wild Doberman

A year ago today my family adopted a crazy and wild 14-month-old Doberman and since then things have never been the same. Shadow has weazled her way into our hearts with her jumping fits, beady black alligator eyes, and her flipped up crooked ear.

We took her to the Atlantic ocean in Maine this summer and she became a beach comber...searching for shells in the sand and gulping up salt walter as she ran in the surf.

 

She became our co-pilot on all roadtrips, making frequent requests for a stop at Tim Horton's. She's is a Timbit fiend.

She would attempt to hide under the curtains in the kitchen, only to emerge looking like a Satanic nun. And my mother wonders why the curtains get dog hair on them?

Shadow would become the unlikely best friend of one small wild mutt...

 

...and then show him who's boss in a friendly game of tug-o-war. Can you guess who won?

She's also became our little Skipper - she loves to hop into the boat and go for a ride up the river, watching for any wayward seagulls (with her trusty sidekick beside her). And there is that ear again.

So here's to a wild and crazy year with a lovable 70 lb lapdog who can eat a loaf of bread in 20 seconds flat!

Whiskey

This past June I adopted a scraggly little rescue dog. He had a horrible cough, you could see his ribs and he was obsessed with licking hands. He broke my heart.

Little did I know that within days I would be hopelessly in love with him.

Getting a dog is a serious decision and I didn't take it lightly. After seeing an ad on Petfinder.com, I went out to the shelter to visit him. There were many dogs there of all shapes and sizes, but something about this little guy stuck with me.

I went home and researched all the questions and doubts I had. I made stops to other local shelters to visit other dogs. I tried to find one logical reason not to adopt him. And I couldn't. That week I went back to the shelter for another visit. Within 5 minutes of being there I knew he was the one. He snuggled into my jacket, rested his head on my shoulder, and looked up at me like "Are you ready to go yet?"

His beautiful caramel coat and the way he warmed me right to my soul is what gave him his name: Whiskey. Whiskey Shot if you want to get formal, because thats what this little guy is, a shot of Whiskey.

Oh, he has lots of other names...The Whisk, Chico, Whiskikus, The Frito Bandito and Sir Licks-A-Lot to name a few.

I finally understand the saying "Man's Best Friend".