Well, Sally was my "previous dog", a beautiful golden retriever. I missed her so much when I lost her a few years ago. My son "lent" me his doberman Sasha. She had spent a lot of time with me anyway while he was in school and working part time.
So now Sasha has become my dog by default. He has other dogs. He took Sasha home a few times, but she doesn't like it there. His girlfriend (now his wife) wouldn't allow Sasha on the furniture and Sasha was NOT happy about that!
People see me walking her and tell me that I have nothing to be afraid of. No one will bother a Doberman. If they only knew! She's a big sissy. My cats intimidate her. But it is nice to have her there when I hear strange noises at night. I used to record a show called Celebrity Ghost Stories. I think that's what it was called.
I don't know WHY, but I'd watch it late at night and if I heard a noise downstairs I would be afraid to go see what it was. It was usually just one of my cats knocking something over.
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