Dirty Dog Rules: Doberman Property Laws

While surfing the web for some cool Doberman swag, we stumbled across this little gem that perfectly outlines the rules we except our human counterparts to follow.

These are heavily enforced in our house.

Remy and Faye

(image from http://www.cafepress.com/, made by Pooch Lover Stuff "Mini Shop")

Dirty Dog Sleepover!

So this weekend Mom and Dad went away. I don't know where, but it couldn't have been too much fun since they didn't bring us. We were lucky enough to have our Aunt Jakki come stay with us while Mom and Dad were gone. She is super fun, especially because she doesn't know about all the dirty dog stuff we get into. I, being the Princess that I am, did nothing wrong. I was ever kind enough to not alert Aunt Jakki in the middle of the night when my blanket fell off. Mom must have told her all the things I like because I had clean water everything I went out (no leaves or Remy slobber) and I had a blankie with me in every room.

Since this was Aunt Jakki's first time staying with us, we thought we would educate her on the all the thing we are (not) allowed to do! Once we saw she fell asleep, we crawled into that big comfy king-sized bed with her. She didn't kick us off...or wake up for that matter...so we got to stay!! Woo Hoo! Remy blew our cover though when Mom and dad got  home and he tried to get into their bed (a big no-no). So its back to our "Dog-Pedics" for now.We can't wait for the next time Aunt Jakki comes to stay so we can sleep in the people bed!

The carnage

Also during Aunt Jakki's Dirty Dog Sleep Over Extraveganza, Remy decided to tell her how he felt about staying in his crate. I was too busy being good and lounging on the couch to notice...but apparently he managed to move his crate over to the bed and SHREDDED the comforter. I mean, he almost totally blew our chances of sleeping on the bed!... He also managed to escape his crate the second time Aunt Jakki went out. So now my one time to have peace and quiet to myself is disrupted by Remy pacing around house.

Thanks Aunt Jakki! Please come back so we can sleep on the people bed soon!!

Faye

Dirty Dog Tip # 126: Dog Bed? What Dog Bed?

Remy here, to share with you some great tips to leading a fulfilled Dirty Dog Lifestyle.  Now, I have been around the blog and know the key to a happy life is to just do as you please. For instance, this week my Dad left for a camping trip and forgot to take me. I thought it would have been a great opportunity for a little male bonding...but instead I got to hang out with my Sis and Mom. Mom works and while she is gone Faye, being the Goody-Two-Shoes that she is, gets to stay on the couch. I, on the other hand, must learn to go in the crate. Well, this really interferes with my daily activities and I thought I would tell my Mom about it. On Monday night I got the one on the left...it was mostly just fabric type stuff...not too exciting. I got lucky on Tuesday and my Mom put in a foam bed! Thats the most fun I have had in a while!

Meet the Dirty Dogs

Remington III

This is me in my new backyard!

My name is Remington, but mostly they just call me "Remy." I am a black and tan DoberStud who isn't always real sure of what is going on, but I love life just the same. I do know that I have a new house, and my own bed, and my own toys, and my own big sister, and my own Mom and Dad! I didn't always have these things though. I used to live in the dirt, chained to the ground, with no food or water. Someone didn't love me I guess. My brother was with me, he was chained and hungry too. It got very cold out there and when it rained, I had no where to stay dry. I don't remember a whole lot from that life and I don't really want to either. 

This was where I "lived."

One day, someone came and saved me and my Bro from the dirty little area we lived in. I went down to a place called Doberman Rescue of Lake Placid where a nice man named Gary gave me a warm house and food! I live here with Gary and all his DoberFriends until the day my new Mom and Dad came to get me! This was the best day EVER! They brought my new sister, Faye, with them and put me in their car and took me to my new house! I wasn't really sure about this house, I didn't about how to lay on a dog bed or that I could curl up on the couch. No worries, though, I figured it all out quickly!

This is the day I was saved.
They used to call me "Cain"

I am having SO much fun in my new home! My Mom and Dad feed me a lot so that you won't be able to see my bones sticking out anymore and I have to take some medicine for my heartworms, it's a good thing my Dad is in Vet School!
































Faye

Me at one of my many photo shoots.

My name is Faye and I am a red and rust DoberPrincess. Really, I am royalty; just ask my Mom and Dad. They brought me home with I was a  pup and have been sitting on a pedestal ever since . Right from the beginning I was treated like the Princess that I am. Some may say I am spoiled, but I don't see it that way. When I don't get my way, I let everybody know about it...although lately my Mom and Dad have been spraying me with water when this happens. I am not a huge fan of that. I have enjoyed a life of luxury, but don't let that fool you; I enjoy a good mud puddle. While many assume that the mud is a sign of filth and uncleanliness, it is actually a great way for me to exfoliate and rejuvenate my skin and fur.Life has been pretty good. I get tucked in every night before bed, I have a stockpile of blankies that I nurse when I am tired, nervous, or just bored, and I have my own couch that I nap on during the day. I am very lucky to have dog parents to help me take care of MY house.

Looking stylish while on vacation in the Florida Keys.

One day, my Mom and Dad put me in the car but we didn’t stop at the Dog Park like we usually do…we arrived at a place with MANY other Dobermans. I thought this was a special Doberman Dog Park....but boy, was I wrong. When we were leaving, they put one of those other Dobes in the car with me! I was a little unsure about this giant boy in MY car, attempting to sit in MY spot between MY Mom and Dad. When we got home, he got to use MY toys and lay on MY couch! They call him Remy and told me that he was my “new brother,” whatever that means. I guess he is here to stay…he really isn’t too bad. He stays in his own bed and he actually proves useful as a pillow when we are on the couch and a scapegoat for my various extracurricular activities . I guess I could get used to this “brother” thing.