We took on a 17-month-old Dobermann girl years ago from the dog rescue people, when the the breed was getting a bad press. We knew little about dogs, let alone Dobermanns, but fell in love with this bouncing exuberant creature and took her home. I always thought she was a bit dim, having heard and read so much about trained Dobermanns, but what can you do about 6 stone of muscle that thinks it's a lapdog and acts accordingly? She liked everyone on sight, and people instinctively liked her - people in my local pub knew her name when they didn't know mine. But she reserved her special love for her family, even our cats, which was reciprocated, oddly enough, (I think they knew her for what she was), and above all else small children. She was never ill, except when she was bitten by an adder on the dunes. A dozen dogs died that Spring from adder bites, but she survived that too. She died aged 13, a good age for a Dobermann they tell me, quietly in her sleep,with her head against her radiator, her favourite position. She was still beautiful, even in death. I never knew a better, gentler or more steadfast person, on 4 legs or 2. I hope you're as lucky.