Fred Dog, Freddie for short, is a Doberman Pinscher.
All the things you may have heard about Dobies in their puppyhood
are certainly true of Fred Dog.
He's eaten everything - furniture, rugs, eye glasses,
pillows, books, and even the gate that was supposed to keep him
confined so my belongings would be safe.
After Vern attacked my beads in zip bags, I changed
the storage system to hard shell plastic boxes. Hah, that didn't
stop Fred Dog. I came back to the studio one day to discover thousands
of beads rolling about the floor. He was laying in the middle of
them looking pleased as punch as though he had accomplished a great
feat that I was sure to be proud of.
Unfortunately for Freddie, that was the last straw.
Until he outgrew his puppyhood he had to be confined to a crate when
left alone. Happily for us both, his puppyhood didn't last that
Between Robby, Gracie and Fred Dog I feel very safe.
I sure wouldn't want to meet the three of them on a dark street.
When I am with them, they are all very well behaved. However, I
always walk them on leads because if ever I feel threatened they
are immediately ready to come to my aid and lend their "support".
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