My husband and I got Ginger from the local pound in February of 2005. We had a Finnish Spitz who passed away in January of that year at 15, so we were looking to adopt another dog. Before we went, I said to my husband, "I don't want to get a puppy and I don't want a big dog."  Ginger is a mix, however, predominantly doberman.  She was approx. 9 weeks old and weighed 12 lbs. As soon as we saw her, that was it - we adopted her on the spot. 

She was pretty rambunctous for a long time - chewed furniture when we weren't looking, crashed into us when running or playing, nipped, ignored commands, was a terror at obedience school (although she came in first place), tortured the cat and her canine sister, Lexie - and then what seemed like all of a sudden, she calmed down pretty much and became the excellent girl she is today.  Now she is one lazy bone and loves nothing more than to watch tv with me (actually I watch and she sleeps!), or sleep next to me while I read.

She loves nothing more than to be kissed, held, massaged and petted and is a snuggle bear. I am more than happy to oblige.  I think she is a beautiful girl and I am so proud of her. She is my angel and a bright spot to every day. It is because of Ginger that I have a such a passion for the breed. They are the most gorgeous dogs. I cannot imagine having any other dog but a Doberman.

Waiting for dinner	Watching for squirrels	Mommy's going soon :-(	Ginger's a good girl!
This is my good side :-0	Mommy's baby!