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Dobermann Welfare & Rescue Groups
Rehome
Could you give a rescue Dobermann a quality, permanent home? Many Dobermanns are needing to be homed with people & families who understand them.
There are dogs in kennels whose only 'crime' is possibly that the novelty has worn off, or have maybe had inadequate leadership?
Some dogs have likes & dislikes, some have youth on their side and some don't. It sounds just like it is for us humans really doesn't it! We all deserve to live with dignity, happiness, understanding & love. Can you help?
I appeal, especially to the folk who have lived with Dobermanns and other large dogs, please get in touch if you have a FOREVER home for this very special breed of dog.
Thank you.
'To protect & promote dogs in the UK'
Dobermann Rescue

The Dobermann Welfare Association

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Glenfitor Kerry Blues (Ireland)
Can you help Fionnuala ("Fi") & our wonderful Breed?
If you are interested in adopting a Dobermann or you have a Dobermann that requires re-homing ?
Or you can help with transportation (Ireland to the UK) or fostering of Rescued Dobermanns?
Or making a donation towards the upkeep/care of Rescued Dobermanns when the situation arises.
You can donate through Paypal, the account to be paid is glenfitor@esatclear.ie I vaccinate, micro-chip and worm all dogs, if they are not already done.
All dogs are neutered.
Many thanks to those who have made donations in the past! Please contact Fionnuala Tel: 086 8750614
To help us click HERE
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"Baggage"
by Evelyn Colbath
Now that I'm home, bathed, settled and fed,
All nicely tucked in my warm new bed,
I'd like to open my baggage lest I forget,
There is so much to carry
So much to regret
Hmm.yes, there it is, right on top;
Let's unpack Loneliness, Heartache and Loss,
And there by my leash hides Fear and Shame.
As I look on these things I tried so hard to leave
I still have to unpack my baggage called Pain.
I loved them, the others, the ones who left me,
But I wasn't good enough - for they didn't want me.
Will you add to my baggage?
Will you help me unpack?
Or will you just look at my things and take me right back?
Do you have the time to help me unpack?
To put away my baggage,
To never repack?
I pray that you do-I'm so tired you see,
But I do come with baggage
Will you still want me?


"Waiting"
I'm waiting here in foster care for you to come and see The one the others have passed by - Please stop and look at me! I'm not alone here in my quest to find myself a place Where someone will have love for me and softly stroke my face. We're not so young in years they say, although we're young at heart If you'll take a chance with us - please know we'll do our part. Our faces have a bit of white, our legs a slower gait Our hearts so full of love to give - but still we sit and wait. A younger dog is what folks want, one who romps and plays They won't take time to look at us - just think we're old and grey. Little do they know the things we have to offer them Manners learned and quiet souls - good dogs all we've been. There are those here too whose souls were damaged and in pain Before they came to this safe place and learned to trust again. When new folks come and look at them, they seem withdrawn and shy. Time is all they need to learn that new bonds they can tie. Patience, love and gentle hands is all they ask of you In exchange - their hearts they give you in their lives so new. We may not be the perfect dogs in everybody's eye - Too big, too small, too brown, too blue, too black, too old, too shy. But, unless you sit and take the time and see all that we can be You'll miss the best that is right here - Please stop - HEY - Look at ME!
-Author Unknown


"Alone Again"
I wish someone would tell me what it is that I've done wrong. Why I've had to stay chained up and left alone so long. They seemed so glad to have me when I came here as a pup. There were so many things we'd do while I was growing up. They couldn't wait to train me as companion and as a friend. And told me how they'd never fear being left alone again. The children said they'd feed me and brush me every day. They'd play with me and walk me if only I could stay. But now the family "hasn't time"; they often say I shed. They do not want me in the house, not even to be fed. The children never walk me. They always say, "Not now!" I wish that I could please them. Won't someone tell me how? All I had, you see, was love. I wish they would explain. Why they said they wanted me, then left me on a chain.
-Author Unknown
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