He already did...with that first Dobe.
I was up watching late night TV and “The Doberman Gang” was on and I literally begged God for a dog like that to protect me.
Not even a week later, a stray Dobe wandered into my yard and parked himself in front of the door.
Nobody ever claimed him and that was my first one.
I named him Caesar.
He was really a very old beat up cream puff but “looked scary enough”.
About a year later my great-uncle gave me another one he’d gotten from a guy who was divorcing.
That sharp, young dog was *not* a cream puff.
After so many years of being terrified to even leave my own yard, the dogs and I went everywhere together.
I’d go get wonderfully “lost” in the woods with them and never felt a second’s fear again.
They literally saved my sanity.
Lots of abuse survivors turn to drugs, booze or suicide to ‘cope’.
I never did because I had the best “therapists” in the world.
God blessed me richly, I truly believe.
:)
That is an amazing coincidence.......
I bought my first Dobermann right after seeing that movie when it first came out. I named him Caesar. LOL
“Lots of abuse survivors turn to drugs, booze or suicide to ‘cope’.” There are all too many that do just that....