That woman is a serious proponent for the Doberman breed. She has a commanding presence and knows how to handle a Doberman.
New to the breed and really not knowing what I was doing except for wanting a Doberman pup, I searched for six months. She was one that I called and talked with for over an hour, but things just wouldn’t work out in my favor.
Ten days after our last call of disappointment, she called me back, said she had been thinking about me for days and told me that God must want me to have one of her Dobermans because she had one for me.
I needed to go get him because she was leaving out of town for a show but I was scheduled at a soccer tournament in Pensacola, Fl, which is opposite way of Texas. So my wife, who is completely ignorant of dogs let alone Dobermans, and youngest daughter drove the five hours to get him. Thankfully, Linda fell in love with my youngest and let Ragnar leave with explicit instructions.
Ragnar peed in the car and created havoc on the way back but made it safe and sound.
After much more reading on breeders, bad crops, sick pups and BYB’s, I realize how fortunate I was to get one of her Dobermans.
Very thankful I am.