The obsession began many years ago when my grandmother had Angie -- a black and tan doberman. One time Angie had so many puppies that we got to help her out by bottle feeding them so they could all get enough milk. I was in love. Bottle feeding something that really drank milk. It was great. And I loved Angie - I always thought she was so pretty. Then, in college I returned to my apartment one day and this gorgeous, very large, red female doberman came running around the corner to meet me at the stairs. For a split second I was scared --you know because its a loose doberman -- but I was also in awe. I thought Angie was pretty but now I had seen a red one in person! I was enamoured. When I finally got my whits to together (only a few seconds) I reached my arm out with fingers folded of course to pet her. She took steps my way and smelled of my hand -- then her owner called her. She turned quickly and ran back to where she was supposed to be. From that moment on I knew that one day I would own a beautiful red doberman.
That day has come true. On Sunday, November 15 2009 we picked out our first red doberman puppy. I am so excited to get her -- I have wanted one for so long.
It took us a few days to finally name her, but we did. Her name is Rosie. She is quite a character and we love her already.
