Hati my BiL Dobie pup now pushing 45 lbs has a bit more swagger, going to need to be very well trained , but has a good disposition.
Love watching Hati grow up to be such a magnificent dog!
That is a beautiful pup with massive feet. Black dobies are the best.
I’ve never known a dobie with a bad disposition. My parents had a dobie named Mina when I was little. They had heard (bullshit) stories about how they can get jealous of new babies, so when they brought my sister home from the hospital, they made sure whenever one had the baby, the other was paying attention to the dog. When the cleaning lady came, my mother could not find Mina to put her on the back porch; the cleaning lady was afraid of Mina. They finally found Mina in the nursery, under my sister’s crib, guarding the baby.
TLDR: Dobies are wonderful dogs and great with kids.
It’s fun to see ‘instincts’ , when were are doing the tug the rope game or fetch the moment he hears something getting close to the property edge he immediately drops the game, moves towards the noise, stops between us and the noise and is fully alert and making himself look big, the transition is instant and not been trained for.
Mac would have stayed with me or happily trotted off to sniff or hopefully get a scratch from a hoped to be new friend.
Bernie would have done exactly the same. Beautiful breed, rated as high in intelligence, but fairly useless as a guard dog. When a stranger arrived all he wanted to do was make friends and play. I suspect that Dobermans (and German Shepherds) were bred with those protective instincts in mind, lacking in many other breeds.
I must say, though, that after all the praise the dobie is getting, Mac is my personal favourite. Love that last picture of Mac sprawled out asleep. He looks like he’s probably dreaming happy doggie dreams, maybe of running across a sunlit meadow – I bet those forelegs were twitching!
The current state of detente between Bob and Mort is improving. There was no Christmas miracle, so Enola_Gay, I’m afraid I’ll be sending you an invoice for emotional distress. Lately, I’ve been feeding Mort at the top of his stairs, right on the other side of the cat door, so that’s where he’s been spending a lot of time when Bob’s loose. Bob will poke his head in once in a while and Mort bobs and weaves (no pun intended) but doesn’t freak out. Mort has been venturing onto Bob’s side of the the cat door more and more. Mort has slept with me the last two nights … and that is awesome. I missed that so much - though it was a little more fraught than it use to be what with Bob figuring it out and wanting to sniff him to death at 2:30 in the morning (thanks Bob).
At any rate, the following picture is not an uncommon situation the boys find themselves in:
That’s encouraging news – especially Mort on the bed all night. Thanks for posting the update. I bet Mort is sick of basically living in the basement.
Here’s my handsome Huck wearing his winter coat and boots for the first time. It was -6 this morning when we walked. I thought for sure he would have a fit when I put his boots on. He didn’t even blink or walk around like he had Cruel Shoes on (Steve Martin reference). He had a blast running around on the trail.
My two remain super cute. Juno (7mos) on the left, Rocket J. Squirrel (almost 3 years) on the right.
The b&w kitty has a fascinating color line - it slopes across his face, takes that one jag up, then goes down to continue along the slope. And it’s even symmetrical along the gap where his eye is… beautiful kitty!
Gorgeous little beasties. Skritches all around.
Luna playing the same foot game every dog I’ve had has loved playing:
(Video, click/tap to play)
Guess what lesson wasn’t learned after all?
I know from experience, that lesson will NEVER be learned. Our boxer, Romeo was skunked 20 times in his 7 years on Earth. Good Luck!
Aww, what a shame! Poor Luna! Give her many scritches and an extra-nice dinner with lots of people food, just because she’s a good dog. I’m sure she’s no happier about it than you are.
Bernie only ever got skunked once. Not sure if that was due to high intelligence (which he had) or just dumb luck. I’m leaning towards “dumb luck”, because as I mentioned before, he was totally unbothered by it. But believe me, from my perspective, once was more than enough!!
Sorry, this is not really pet picture related, but something I thought readers of this thread might like. Fergus the Irish wolfhound is re-united with his family after being missing for four days:
I’m relieved that 200 lbs of dog apparently didn’t greet his humans in the traditional fashion of lost dogs being reunited: by running into them at speed.
(I expect they’d have thought it was worth it, though, at least as long as no irreparable bones got broken in the process.)
Nibbler’s had a rough couple of months, having been diagnosed with hyperthyroidism and chronic kidney disease. But she still enjoys a good sunbeam.
Nibbler!