In Memoriam

Here is a special place dedicated to the loving memory of our beloved Dobermans who have passed on. 

In Memory of Inge Taylor, April 4, 1998 – July 11, 2008


Destiny’s Essential Ingredient, CD, CGC, ThD


Inge was always a serious and purposeful dog. Leaping into a pool to follow me as a young puppy, placing her body close to mine lest I should lose balance, heeling around the house and laying near me into her last days, Inge knew she belonged with me and took these self-assigned responsibilities to heart.


Bossy as she was to Isaac, it was always a pleasure seeing Inge initiate her favorite games with him, “Queen of the Deck” and “Hide & Seek” around the indoor loop from room to room.


he breed standard describes a Doberman as “energetic, watchful, determined, alert, fearless, loyal and obedient.” Inge was a Doberman indeed, a beautiful spirit inside a cute, compact body in a gorgeous coat with an expressive voice. But more than being a Doberman, Inge was simply Inge. She lives on in my heart, never to be replaced.


Inge & Pam

Miracle Dog


December 25, 2007


Inge was my veterinary medical miracle twice in 2007. First she was successfully treated for painful and persistent disc difficulties with gold bead implants, restoring to her painless freedom of movement, seemingly a young dog once more. A few weeks later, Inge was diagnosed with dilated cardiomyopathy. Oral medications helped her to remain symptom free and without restrictions for more than nine months.


During her last several weeks of life, Inge experienced incidences of mild congestive heart failure as the disease progressed. At that point, I carefully decided to let go of what had been accomplished medically because it was no longer keeping her comfortable. I could not accept for Inge to lay around looking miserable with the hopes of a few more good days or weeks, if added medications helped.


This photo was taken during some acceptably good moments not long before Inge was euthanized. Congestive heart failure is a manifestation of dilated cardiomyopathy (DCM), a disease of the heart muscle found in both dogs and humans. Half of the Dobermans I’ve owned have died of this disease, and death can come at an early age. The Veterinary Medical Data Base, Urbana, IL, reveals that Dobermans have 3X the incidence of DCM than the general caninepopulation. Cardiomyopathy exists in all lines of Dobermans worldwide.


Veterinarians continue to search for the genetic basis of this fatal condition. Clay Calvert, DVM, University of Georgia, and Michael O’Grady, DVM, University of Guelph, Ontario, have focused their careers on the study of DCM in the Doberman Pinscher. An internet search on either name plus “cardiomyopathy” will immerse the reader in literature on all aspects of this disease which can occur in a dog regardless of breed.

Pam Taylor

My baby Darby ...

Spring 2008 at 10 1/2 years.


My Bronx

Bronx has been the most precious gift in my life since he was 3 weeks old, my "angel boy." He has been the most loving, loyal, obedient, happy best friend I will ever have.  He is no different to us as a child is to any parent.  He has been there with me through some of the most difficult points of my life, including my cancer.  No matter what has happened he has been there to let me cry on his shoulder and dry my tears.  He has protected me for 10 years.  I have always been able to rely on his judgment of people and my safety without ever being wrong

You cannot put an actual value to the kind of love that he gave to us, the only thing that he ever wanted in return was to be able to sleep always touching at least one of us.  To see his response to being able to sleep with us was one of absolute joy, happiness and contentment.  He is a part of me and I him.  I have had and will have many dogs, but none will be able to compare.  When Bronx looks at you his eyes penetrate you, he looks into your heart and shows his soul. 

There are so many things that I could say about him but the most true thing I can say is that this is what a Doberman Pinscher is -- there is nothing to compare.  He has been an ambassador and has touched many people, even if it was nothing more than respect for what he has done for Kent and me.

Our hearts are broken,

Jen and Kent

Bella went on to wait on those who loved her on Tuesday, April 29th at about 9:45am.

I stayed with her. She gave me kisses, laid her head on my knee, sighed, slipped down onto the blanket, to he rlast breath here and her next in heaven.

I so wish I could have done more. I promised her that I will learn more about aberrant behaviors and how to correct them.

Bella was a beautiful, intelligent girl who had not been treated by so many as she deserved to be. I know that she was loved in her last days and that I will miss her a long, long time.

She was not a bad dog. Bella had never been loved enough to be correctly socialized, educated and loved. 

We never forget that our beloved Dobies are dogs. They need leadership, discipline and love in that order or it is on our heads when they cannot live a world we created and brought them into.

I will not let my heart stay broken or I will not be able to be there when another sweet tossed aside Dobie needs me.

Thank you for your support and most of all the understanding.

Rhonda Sue

Cuda Hartman        Guardian Angel

Bailey Earnshaw


My heart is breaking into a million pieces as I tell you m yprecious Bailey has passed away. Yesterday, Thursday, April 10, I came downstairs at 6:30 AM to find her laying in the living room. I'm sure you can relate to the sinking feeling I got as I got down on the floor in disbelief, only to realize my worst fear was true - Bailey was gone.


There were no signs that she was ill, Joanne had taken her to the library Wed afternoon for her scheduled Reading program (therapy) visit where 10 childre nread to Bailey. She ate her dinner that night and she and the puppies had Frosty Paws later in the evening. She even spent part of the evening outside with me and playing with the puppies.


An necropsy exam showed a large amount of blood in Bailey's lungs which I'm told indicated that she most likely died as a result of a blood clot in her lungs - a pulmonary embolism. I had the pleasure of sharing my life with Bailey for the past 5 years, adopting her in March, 2003 from the Doberman Pinsche rRescue of PA. She was definitely one of a kind, her gentle, loving nature was obvious to everyone who met her.


She touched many lives since becoming a therapy dog and I know she will live on in the hearts of everyone who knew her.


Bailey was featured in the Spring/Summer 2007 Doberman Dispatch.

Hi. I am first enclosing a picture of our Dobe we had gotten from the rescue in January of 2001.

His name was Buddy when we got him, but we decided when we brought him home, to name him Kane. He loved kids, he loved other dogs, he loved to run, there wasn't much he didn't like to do. He got along with everyone that came to visit. He especially loved to lay upside down so you would go over and give him some attention (like he didn't get enough). He was the best dog we had ever known and everyone loved him.


If we were outside, he wanted to be also, no matter where we walked in the house, no need to wonder where he was, he was right behind us. He didn't take to just one of us in the family, he loved us all. He wasn't much for car rides he whined when we had to take him for his shots and such, but we took him places when we could, he just loved being here at home. He greeted us when we walked in the door.


Around Christmas,he was starting to lose weight, wasn't eating as much and when he would lay it was hard for him to get up on his feet again. I called my Vet and they told me he may have a virus to just keep an eye on him. 3-4 days later he got worse so I called the Vet and they said to bring him up. My husband and cousin took him.He had to get put to sleep and my husband says it was the worst day of his life.


It has been so empty in this house and my husband kept telling me how much he thinks about him, as do we all. He was a great addition to our family and he is sadly missed and thought about each and every day.


Dobe's are like kids, because they become so close to you and they are such a loyal dog, its amazing. I would not want any other type of dog. Not that I don't like them, but just because I have not seen a dog as loyal and dedicated as a Dobe.


Kane you are sadly missed by everyone that knew you but your in our hearts forever!

In Loving Memory of Maggie, a beloved faithful friend.

Maggie was "The Voice of a Doberman" featured in Doberman Dispatch Summer 2001 issue. For the complete article please click here.


Photo to the left is Maggie with her adopted father Bob in September 2007.


Photo to the right is Maggie with her foster mom Pam in June 2001.

Hi all,

Sorry to say this is bad news, we just had to do the hardest thing anyone can do to a beloved pet, Monday evening our Gator was euthanized after along and full life, with us.We will try toremember the good times we had together.


We adopted Gator on February 26, 1995, 13 years ago, when he was 3 years old at the time, according to Joanne Warrick, and Cindy Brubaker from Doberman Pinscher Rescue of PA,Inc. Gator was our first ever rescue Dobie.


Even with "Deramaxx" medication the past few years, Gator has been having a very hard time getting up and walking, going outside was always harder for him in the winter weather the past few years, he had chronic osteoarthritis.


Gator was a diabeticsince his first seizure in 2004, he needed insulin twice a day everyday, and he was almost completely blind, and very hard of hearing at the end.


Gator's quality of life was not going to get any better, and he was slowly slipping away.


In his good old days Gator helped patrol the Appalachian Trail here at home in Pa, and also in Virginia were he helped me section hike the entire length of the State. He also thought he was a little lap dog, so he would jump up if you let him.


Gator was the best watchdog we ever had!

So sad,

The Stempa Family


This is so hard to write.............

Yesterday my heart was ripped from my chest. I lost my beloved Baby B Recently his quality of life rapidly diminished. I had to end his suffering. I told him that I'll take him to stop the suffering and he licked my nose. I know it was the right thing to do.


Boswell loved to visit the local Post Office where dog biscuits are never in short supply. Once we were there and a lady that was afraid of dogs was hiding from him. Everyone that knew Bos told this lady that Boswell is the most kind and gentle dog. By the time we were leaving she was patting him on the back. Actually, all that B cared about was the fact that shortly there would be Milk-Bones flying at him from behind the counter.


It still amazes me how quickly you can bond with something.We loved each other as if we have known each other our entire lives.


Last night I slept in bed for the first time in two years and thought that I heard him call me twice. For those of you that weren't aware, Boswell wanted me at his side the entire time that I was home. We slept on the couch or floor together under the same afghanalways with my arm around him. He did allow me a shower and an occasional check of my email but time limits werestrictly enforced.


I knew I loved him even before our eyes met. Nancy from Doberman rescue sent out an email asking for a foster home for him. I knew at that moment that I needed to take him in. It is as if this was written for me and Boswell!


He truly was my greatest gift....

Mama loves you baby B................



A Tribute to Jeb (6/10/95 - 1/25/07)

by Shirley Crumbling


About twelve years ago, my baby Penelope, a Huskie/Shepherd mix, died and I was left with a hole in my heart. I had had a dog my entire life and being without one was not an option. My husband Scott agreed to get another dog as long as it didn’t shed, and so we were introduced to our first Dobie. (Dobes DO shed, by the way, you just don’t notice it as easily.)


After many phone calls and discussions, Scott and I made our way to just outside Washington, D.C. to meet Jeb. I remember thinking that Jeb was a funny name for a dog and I had my heart set on another dog, but as soon as Jeb walked into the room and up to me – tail wagging, and placed his head on my knee, I wanted to bring him home immediately. A few weeks later we did get to adopt him and that was the beginning of many years of Dobie love and friendship. He won our hearts and our bed and spent every moment he could with us. He ruled our house and allowed us to live in it with him. He won over neighbors and family as well and around our neighborhood we became known as Jebie’s parents. He had a following of children (his fan club) who would yell his name and come running when they saw him. He let them pet and fuss over him, and then took us on the rest of his walk.


We enjoyed this unconditional love for about twelve years and lost him just a few months ago. Many friends expressed their sorrow by sending us cards of condolences. That decision was the most difficult one we have ever had to make. We take comfort knowing that he is in a happy place now, chasing those tennis balls he so loved to fetch and return to us. He will always have a very special place in our hearts.


We find comfort now in our new baby, Miss Emma. She is not Jeb but has helped to fill the void he left. And does she ever have her own personality! But that is another story.



Trojan, a red and rust, approximate 1 year old intact male, about 20 pounds underweight, was transported to Landisville Animal Hospital, by DPR volunteer Cindy Brubaker, over 8 years ago for “processing”. It was love at first sight.Despite living with 2 other female Dobes already, I knew instantly that he was my dog.


I can’t tell you what it was about this dog that stole my heart: his long uncropped ears; kind, loving eyes; emaciated frame, or his long sensuous “kisses”.Well Trojan, who did not have a threatening bone in his body, was renamed Herbie…love bug.Herbie’s quest in life was to love everyone, and trust me, he succeeded.He was always more interested in people than other dogs.He was fondly referred to as a “cling-on”(not to be confused with a culture of warriors of the Star Trek phenomenon).Cling-ons are those dogs that must be touching “their” people at all times.(All Dobe owners have experienced this phenomenon.)This was my Herbie, sort of like that bad boyfriend that won’t leave your side for a second.


Herbie had a great life.He started off with 2 girlfriends, Jessica and Ellie, Dobes of course!He then acquired another “pitiful” brother, Chancelor.Over the years he lost all 3 of his friends due to old age and illness.Luckily he handled their loss better that I did.Gratefully, his constantly being by my side was comforting.

Herbie, like the others, went to work with me regularly at the Veterinary Hospital.During that time he acquired quite a following.He would regularly “slip” out to the waiting room multiple times daily.He would approachanyone, lay his head on their lap and expect to be loved.Not being the brightest bulb in the box, he would even walk up to those with snarling dog and hissing cats.This got Herbie bit many times.Luckily his personality was so sweet that I could trust him with infants, toddlers, nasty animals, strangers, etc.

If a client was at the hospital, upset due to having a sick pet, or worse yet an animal having to be euthanized, Herbie was the first one their to console them. We would intentionally let him out front and watch him work his magic. At picnics, Herbie wore his back-pack and delivered cold beverages to people, naturally he was on the A party list.


Regrettably, Herbie’s appetite dropped of in early April.On the 27th, his breathing pattern started to change. Within 2 days, his breath was rapid and shallow. I took radiographs (x-rays) of his chest and performed a sonogram. Sure enough my worse fears were confirmed, he had cancer throughout his chest wall that was producing fluid. In turn, the fluid was preventing his lungs from expanding. The next day we took him to a specialist, he confirmed my diagnosis-the tumor was inoperable and not responsive to chemotherapy.I knew that euthanasia was best for him.


The 2 hour ride home from the specialist was very difficult for all of us. I sat on the floor of my back seat so my face was on the same level of Herbie’s face.We talked to each other, gave each other kisses and made peace. He knew how much I loved him and that I would miss him terribly. I knew how much he loved me.


On April 29th, I put the last of my “brat pack” to sleep. I am practically in tears as I write, three months later, but I felt the need for those who knew him (and there were hundreds) to know about his demise.For those who never knew Herbie, now you do.

I am so fortunate to have loved, and been loved by Herbie. I hope that each of you will experience the unconditional and indisputable love of such a noble animal.


I will always love and miss him,


Margot B. Schwag, VMD