Is it some sort of divine sign?
Today was a rather unusual day.
How often does one help their daughter move into her own place?
There’s Doberman content here, Bear with me.
My daughter is making the move.Out.
My mom..
Reached out to a friend of hers, knowing she has a storage unit full of of basic living pieces she pays storage on every month and things didn’t go the way she thought so, the storage is free for the pickings and we will help her clear it.
This gal that owns the storage...
The first Doberman I ever knew, was hers.
She planted the seed.
This was the mid 70s
Her Dober was named after Nadia Comenci the Romanian gal that kicked so much ass in the Gymnastics Olympic games.
In 1980 when Nadia won 2 gold in the Russian games? Nadia the Doberman and I were already well acquainted.
This was a dog that walked with no leash, never broke her heal, no matter the squirrel, cat, rabbit, etc. There’s a lot more to that story I’ve told here before. The ex, the dog putting the ex into a bark and hold after some shit happened.
She was the real deal.
So.
I’m home after, garage door open.
Im moving a few things out of the truck I’m in the driveway, organizing straps and rachet straps.
From the garage I hear Millie, she’s shifted into full warmonger mode
From behind me I hear dog nails on concrete
I go at Millie. Close the garage door, locking her away, and she’s can not engage.
Turn to see?
An about 2 year? By the white teeth and tight coat, Red, intact, Docked but not cropped Red Doberman.
My garage door closure wasn’t complete and Millie was about to slip under it and advance on the boy.
So I tend to the door, get her back, turn and he is gone?
Walk down the driveway and don’t see him.
And an SUV I don’t recognize is coming slow.
I ask you looking for a dog?
Yep!
And there he is.
At the corner of the drive behind a shrub, hiking a leg on the same shrub Rocky leaves a message on
The red boy is skittish a little, but following his nose. Up into my yard.
I did what I know.
I sat down on my ass and looked away from him.
His owner is approaching.
The boy came right to me and sniffed me up. I said Hi and gently reached to him and grabbed his collar, then handed him off to his owner.
I explained to the guy he came here, of all places? Because we have 2 of them. He came to a familiar scent.
Of any neighbor with who knows how many breeds or mixes, he came here.
I didnt even bother to mention to the guy.
The significance of a random Doberman, coming up to me, today of any day?
What are the odds?
Helping out the introductory person of the breed today, a random one just comes trotting up into my driveway the same day?
Today was a rather unusual day.
How often does one help their daughter move into her own place?
There’s Doberman content here, Bear with me.
My daughter is making the move.Out.
My mom..
Reached out to a friend of hers, knowing she has a storage unit full of of basic living pieces she pays storage on every month and things didn’t go the way she thought so, the storage is free for the pickings and we will help her clear it.
This gal that owns the storage...
The first Doberman I ever knew, was hers.
She planted the seed.
This was the mid 70s
Her Dober was named after Nadia Comenci the Romanian gal that kicked so much ass in the Gymnastics Olympic games.
In 1980 when Nadia won 2 gold in the Russian games? Nadia the Doberman and I were already well acquainted.
This was a dog that walked with no leash, never broke her heal, no matter the squirrel, cat, rabbit, etc. There’s a lot more to that story I’ve told here before. The ex, the dog putting the ex into a bark and hold after some shit happened.
She was the real deal.
So.
I’m home after, garage door open.
Im moving a few things out of the truck I’m in the driveway, organizing straps and rachet straps.
From the garage I hear Millie, she’s shifted into full warmonger mode
From behind me I hear dog nails on concrete
I go at Millie. Close the garage door, locking her away, and she’s can not engage.
Turn to see?
An about 2 year? By the white teeth and tight coat, Red, intact, Docked but not cropped Red Doberman.
My garage door closure wasn’t complete and Millie was about to slip under it and advance on the boy.
So I tend to the door, get her back, turn and he is gone?
Walk down the driveway and don’t see him.
And an SUV I don’t recognize is coming slow.
I ask you looking for a dog?
Yep!
And there he is.
At the corner of the drive behind a shrub, hiking a leg on the same shrub Rocky leaves a message on
The red boy is skittish a little, but following his nose. Up into my yard.
I did what I know.
I sat down on my ass and looked away from him.
His owner is approaching.
The boy came right to me and sniffed me up. I said Hi and gently reached to him and grabbed his collar, then handed him off to his owner.
I explained to the guy he came here, of all places? Because we have 2 of them. He came to a familiar scent.
Of any neighbor with who knows how many breeds or mixes, he came here.
I didnt even bother to mention to the guy.
The significance of a random Doberman, coming up to me, today of any day?
What are the odds?
Helping out the introductory person of the breed today, a random one just comes trotting up into my driveway the same day?
No regrets. 
