@Punxi thank you. I raised their parents since pups that I got from 2 different, quality breeders (I know all dogs are good dogs but my first 2 dobies that were "rescued" spoiled me and sold me on the breed. They posess certain characteristics that are specifically Doberman Pinscher characteristics). After the first 2 passed, they were supplanted by 2 other mixed breed dogs that were great dogs but I still missed the dopy dobies. So after those two passed, i combed the shelters for young Doberman Pinschers. They had fallen out of popularity (I think because of homeowners insurance providers having a list of dogs that they charge multiple times more for the policy if your dog breed is on their list. The work-around is to say they're mixed breeds, which is what all dog breeds are if you really think about it😉). Also, by then we had our twins, one of whom is helplessly disabled so i didn't want to take the chance of "rescuing" an abused Doberman Pinscher that might have some triggers, nor did I want to risk getting an inbred dobie from a backyard breeder. Thats why I bought them from breeders. The first one had no available pups left so i found another one. She happened to be female. Weeks later, the first breeder contacted me to let me know the buyer for the pick of their litter had backed out and it was available if i still wanted. Ill show you the sire of that litter. Youll know why i really really still wanted. So i bought it. He happened to be a male. To that point, every dog I ever had my whole life had either been "fixed" (idk y they call dogs that have been purposefully broken, fixed 🤭) or male, usually both (except the one I really did rescue for real in the first gulf war, but she wasnt my dog. We were just best friends while I nursed her back to health. She was free to do as she pleased. She just chose to guard my tent while I was away doing "field work."). Anyway, long story-short, and with lots of effort on my part to avoid it, two years later, we had a litter of nine Doberman Pinschers.

Theres so much to this story but I'm already late in feeding my son. The cliff note version is that I ended up keeping 6 pups and of course their parents. I would do it again for a first time, but not for a second time. There were many pitfalls along the way.

They've all passed away by now. All the pups were born in my hands and died in my arms, as did their parents. I miss them all tremendously. They all were always so gentle with my special son and it was all natural. All dogs love him instantly.

Below is a pic of the sire to the male pup I had to buy when he became unexpectedly available: