Lots of fun and a FOND winner at the Rickmansworth Festival

Two days of sunshine, an entry of fantastic dogs and generous people all helped make The Doberdayz Fun Dog Show at the Rickmasworth Water Festival a great success.

Handsome Winner Luke

The show is the brain child of Sharon Chamberlin a FOND supporter and adopter of Coco, one of our dogs, Sharon’s hard work raised £450 for FOND at the event . And as an added bonus Luke one of our recent rescues took the Caspy Cup Trophy for the best rescue Dog in the show.

So a big thank you from FOND to Sharon and all her supporters for making us part of such a successful event

A Donation from the High Seas

Haewene Brim

Every year the crew of Bluewater Energy’s vessel “Haewene Brim” choose which charities they want to make donations to after their Christmas collection. This year FOND has been one of the lucky recipients, no doubt helped by Mark Milton whose partner Debbie runs Kelty Dog Walks. Mark and Debbie are terrific supporters of FOND helping with fostering and transport. The crew of Haewene Brim have generously donated £500 to our funds for which we are most appreciative of.

Support us and have fun at the Rickmansworth Festival 17-18 May

Date for your diary dog and Dobe lovers. Doberdayz (dog training and dog walking services) are running their annual 2 day dog show with agility and showing classes. Find them at the Rickmansworth Festival a great day out for all on the 17th and 18th May. Doberdayz have generously offered to support FOND’s Dobies with money raised this year. Please contact Sharon Chamerberlin on 07725 748948 for further details or find her on www.doberdayz.co.uk. More about the Rickmansworth Festival can be seen by clicking on this link

Dead Dobermann dumped in Glamorgan – Can you help?

RSPCA Cymru is appealing for information after the body of an emaciated female Dobermann was found dumped at the side of a lane in the Vale of Glamorgan. You can find out more about this callous and cruel act HERE

If you have any information that could help to identify the perpetuator or anyone connected with this heinous cruelty please contact the inspector’s information line in confidence on 0300 123 8018 leave a message for inspector McNeil.

Lulu’s recent visit

Lining up with Lulu

We are always pleased to see how our re-homed dogs are getting along with their new owners. Fond visitors and some of our resident picture lined up in the garden for a photo shoot when the lovely Lulu, the maddest little Dobie in town made the long journey from Cambridgeshire to Aberdeenshire to tell us how she is doing. Nothing phases Lulu and she soon made herself at home in the kitchen, went for a walk with Kass, Phoenix, Jenna and Russian Frankie as if she had never been gone. After all that she popped back in her car with a glance over her shoulder saying ‘maybe see you in June and give my love to Louis!

Watch out for Louis the blogger and Olga who are making a visit next month.

Lulu's back

How Could You? An Older Dog’s Story of Rejection

A man in Grand Rapids, Michigan incredibly took out a $7000 full page ad in the paper to present the following essay to the people of his community. It illustrates a typical scenario for the older, unwanted dog. FOND endeavours to find permanent homes or lifelong foster homes for its senior dogs.

HOW COULD YOU? By Jim Willis, 2001

When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was “bad,” you’d shake your finger at me and ask “How could you?” — but then you’d relent and roll me over for a belly rub.

My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect.

We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice-cream (I only got the cone because “ice cream is bad for dogs” you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day. Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad  decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.

Senior Arnold

She, now your wife, is not a “dog person” — still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate.

Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a “prisoner of love.” As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch — because your touch was now so infrequent — and I would’ve defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.

There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered “yes” and changed the subject.

I had gone from being “your dog” to “just a dog,” and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You’ve made the right decision for your “family,” but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said “I know you will find a good home for her.

They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with “papers.” You had to pry your son’s fingers loose from my collar as he screamed “No, Daddy! Please don’t let them take my dog!”
And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.

You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked “How could you?”

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind — that this was all a bad dream… or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.

When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days.

As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured “How could you?”

Perhaps because she understood my dog speak, she said “I’m so sorry.” She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn’t be ignored or abused or  abandoned, or have to fend for myself — a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my “How could you?” was not directed at her.It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life
continue to show you so much loyalty.

Feel free to copy this and add wherever you choose. However it is against copyright rules to pass it on as your publication. The attached note below must at all times be attached along with the story.

A Note from the Author: If “How Could You?” brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly “owned” pets who die each year in American & Canadian animal shelters.
Anyone is welcome to distribute the essay for a noncommercial purpose, as long as it is properly attributed with the copyright notice.

Please use it to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards. Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is precious.
Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay & neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals. -Jim Willis

Winter Dog Care

A FOND Exclusive Coat

Now that the nights are drawing in and the cold winter months are upon us, it is not only us humans that have to cope with the colder weather conditions, our dogs feel the lowering temperatures too and there are a few added hazards to watch out for as you enjoy those romps in the snow. Dogs don’t like being cold anymore than we do so why not invest in one of FOND’s unique hand tailored dog coats manufactured by Sue Henschker. Every one is different and available nowhere else.

You can order your FOND coat from Pam Hall on (01346) 532227 or by by e-mail

Pam Hall

you will need to know the length of your dog ‘s back from base of the neck to base of tail and the girth around the chest.

Once your pooch is warm and cosy remember there are other winter hazards to look our for such as ice covered ponds and lakes, salted roads, anti-freeze, signs of hypothermia and frostbite.

Below are a few helpful links that have some very useful information that will keep you and your dog safe this winter.

Dog Microchipping

At FOND we encourage and actively promote responsible Dobermann ownership and recommend that microchipping your newly adopted dog as the preferred method of permanent pet identification.

Microchipping your dog is a quick and safe procedure . The microchip, the size of a grain of rice, takes a few minutes to implant by either a vet or specially trained microchip implanter, and will last for the rest of your dogs life. Once implanted the unique details of yourself and your dog are stored in a microchip database

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Should your dog should ever go missing and be subsequently picked up as a stray, a vet or other animal professional such as a dog warden will scan the chip and and can then contact the microchip database that your pet is registered with.

After verifying some details and performing security checks your pet will be reunited

Everything you need to know about what, how and where you can get your Dobe microchipped can be found on the following links.

Petlog
Kennel Club
The Dogs Trust

Giva a Dog a Bone NOT

Kass's Bone

Kass has been in the wars. In addition to the usual mischief he indulges in at home, on Thursday afternoon he snatched up part of a rabbit’s skeleton on a walk and when asked to drop, swallowed in haste. A costly error for him and FOND he spent the night in our veterinary hospital after an xray, scope and then the offending piece pictured being removed with long forceps. It has lodged horizontally above his larynx. The big lump felt very sorry for himself but is now thankfully back to his normal, irritating self.