We lost our 3rd Doberman bitch to Kidney failure on the 18th December 2009. We were heartbroken and decided we would just look after our rescued Lurcher and our 2 cats. Unfortunately by New Year we were a sorry looking lot without our Dobie as she was a real character and we had been a Dobie House for 30 years. I decide I would give an adult dog a much needed home rather than starting out with a pup again as I felt my elderly mother would prefer not having to go through the house training performance again and a puppy might just be too much.
So looking through rescue sites etc. and “googling” rescue Dobermans I found an advert on the “preloved” website for a 2 year Dobie female looking for a good home. I called the foster family to find that the Dobie was a poor soul who had been dumped at the vet with a litter of pups and the instruction to “put them all down we are going away for Christmas” and although the pups had been found homes the Dobie was still in a bit of a state.
When I was told that she had suffered from neglect at the birth of the pups, had an infection in her womb, had a chunk cut out her ear with what looked like scissors to try to hide her tattoo id, had her ears used as an ashtray, had obvious signs of having been repeatedly beaten, I decided then and there she deserved a chance of a good home. My sister and I braved the really bad snow that January to drive from Glasgow down to a village outside Lincoln where we found that she was not only a poor looking soul but also that she had been given to the vet on the same day that we had lost our Dobie.
Her mammary glands were very swollen and infected and she had been on antibiotics and a lot of TLC from her foster mum. The lady told us she hadn’t barked in the month she had looked after her, and she had a cauliflower ear and a bad ear infection in both ears. She was also the worst smelling dog I had ever met. Her foster mum said she would not blame us if we decided not to take her as she would take a lot of patience and hard work to get her to trust anyone or if she would ever settle down.
I decided then and there she was mine and was coming home to Glasgow. I was asked for £150 to help cover the medical expenses incurred and loaded her into the car. The lady said she did not think she had ever had treats as she would not take anything from your hand and just cowed away. 2 hours later we stopped for something to eat and she nibbled chicken from my hand. With the snow it took us another 4 hours to get home and she jumped out of the car into our house and was greeted by the Lurcher, the cats and my mother!
First thing Monday morning she got the once over from our vet who felt she had been used in puppy farming and treated all her infections and commented that she wouldn’t make eye contact with her which meant she was completely cowed. While over a year later she still is a bit jumpy at sudden noises, won’t stay in a confined space with no escape route, she is cuddled into a blanket at my feet, brings her myriad of stuffed toys which seem to be a comfort for her, to you and while she still has a bit of a cauliflower ear which may never go back to normal, she barks, plays with the cats and unfortunately has spent the last few days upset at losing her big sister the Lurcher who had to be put to sleep last week.
She will sit and I can clean her ears, clip her nails, clean gungy bits out her eyes and towel dry her when she comes in from the rain. She now looks into your eyes and sometimes you get a big salty kiss.
Anne from Glasgow
Ed: I hope our readers enjoy Cara’s story – we received it this week from Ann (thank you so much, Ann), and hope it demonstrates the plight of so many Dobes.
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