SABRE
I was hooked on Dobermans from age 11 when I walked a big black male named Satan around the apartment complex we lived in. Many years later my mother bought me my first dobe, Sabre. Sabre was my companion and my friend. He always took great care of my brother, Eric, who was a 2 year old when Sabre was a pup. Sabre loved everyone and was always a perfect gentleman. I always think of him at the obedience trial where he befriended a frightened Yorkie who found security standing between Sabre's front legs. His life was much too short. He died of liver failure at age 7.
