08/06/2025
It is with a heavy heart that I am finally able to post this. First I was sent a PM from a woman who wanted me to know every word she told me was meant to hurt and insult me. You see this woman believes all WZ Doberman's should be wiped clean from the world. As if they are a stain that isn't be removed for the good of all. That there should only be 2 colors, Black/Rust and Red/Rust. Any divination from that, you guessed it...should be eliminated from the gene pool. Again, a stain to be removed to prevent further contamination to the breed. That people like me, who do not believe those ideas, follow that warped path or entertain that insanity...should also be wiped clean from this world. That I took should die along with all of my dog's & puppies, past and present. I politely thanked her for her opinion and wished her a better day. Within thirty minutes I was blocked from signing into my account. I had been reported, of what? A photo from a 2019 litter where one baby was still searching for his family. Now I couldn't help but add up the insulting and threatening correspondence that just transpired minutes ago. This is my 2nd violation going against FB guidelines. Odd how I do not report all the pages who openly SELL animals and here I was blocked from my account. A stern warning that the third would result in page deletion.
I contacted the families I had other means of doing so and ear cropping was beginning. Little did I know the horror that would follow...as it still brings me to tears and crushing my already broken heart. Within a week of the cropping beginning, both litter's of babies passed away. Parvovirus tests were done, after having received 2 round of vaccinations, just to make sure what was going on. High white blood count was the only indication of something being battled under the surface.
I am finally able to sign into my account and of Hoodoo's one daughter who left two weeks prior to this horrific ordeal survives...Nado. Lila has one son, Doobie, who went to his guardian home a week after Nado.
As if the daily nightmare wasn't enough, what was intended as a routine doctor's appointment shifted to major concern. One that has me awaiting an MRI and MRA and hope that if the problem they want to rule out...doesn't exist, I can breathe a sigh of relief.
My feelings and health concerns fail in comparison to the weight crushing me to my knees to make things right with the families. My own loss is inconsequential, as my POL baby passed away and left me a crumpled shell of raw anguish.
