Thursday, February 16, 2012


We have kept our record; every one of our four dobermans has needed a home, and we have committed ourselves to being that home.
This dog is calm and very sweet and beautiful, but as a 7-month-old who has had no leash training, we have our work cut out for us.
As yet, he has no name. I'm getting a great many good suggestions, but as of tomorrow, I must tell you, his name will be OW. Temporarily, of course. He is is at the veterinarian's tonight, scheduled for surgery tomorrow to lose a bit of his "him-ness."
He's in good hands at Lake Animal Hospital, the people with whom we have dealt since the mid-1970s, when we brought home our very first doberman.
Some people may think we're a bit old to begin this again; maybe we have thought that too. But the dog needed a home, and we needed a dog.
And we know how a dog can enrich our lives.