Chance...

Chance is the name of my new dog. No, I did not give him that name, his original owners did. But it turns out to be a great name. You see I adopted him from Illinois Doberman Rescue and I had adopted a Doberman from them about two years ago and I returned him to IDR, and their policies are pretty strict so they drop you from the approved list when you return a dog after the two week probation period. I did not know I had been dropped until I expressed interest in Chance only to be told I was not on the approved list any longer.

While I do understand rules I did not fully agree with them and in a very kind manner asked them to reconsider my qualifications. They did and decided to give me a second chance, now with Chance.

He is pretty cool. He is a blue dobe. His color is actually a silver-blue with the normal tan markings of a dobe. He is one and a half years old. He is very gentle and listens well. He is not as hyper as Baron my other dobe was. He is a big boy at about 70lbs. He is really good in the house and outside. I hope he works out. I have always had a weakness for large dogs and Dobes and Rotts are my favorite.

I new from the get go that this guy had a great temperment. When my granddaughters met him it was as if he knew them all his life. He shows no aggression toward people or other dogs. My MinPin Summer, growls at him and took all of his bones and he just lets her get away with it.

He has a great bark and he will bark at people who come to the front door, but once they are inside he is calm. I think he is going to be fine with me. He reminds me of our Rott Oso.