Meet Quinn...

my Doberman Pinscher. You really can't get much better than her. Sure she has her faults, but who doesn't, right?

Facts about Quinn:

She is 3 years old.

Her birthday is 2/13.

We call her Queen.

She was attacked by a pack of dogs at the dog park when she was 4 months old.

She was raised by a miniature Pinscher, whom was always the dominant one until about a year ago.

She loves dogs, but is more interested in a tennis ball.

She is submissive to every dog she just meets, once she warms up, she feels more confident.

She loves hiking and is always making sure I am right behind her, its rather cute. I eat it up and am so proud of her whenever I go.

She loves her buddy, Emmitt. They are both a blast at Runyan.

She really loves hot dogs.

She has been in the hospital twice for a virus and once for Pancreatitis (turns out it wasn't that though).

She likes cats.

She loves men after she knows them, especially gay ones.

She sleeps under the blankets and even demands it.

She lets me do anything to her.

She sits so cute in the passanger seat when I am taking her to exercise.

She is afraid to go to the vet.

She LOVES attention.

She loves her bones.

She has the loudest bark known to man.

She has the best personality and temperment.

She is awesome with her commands.

She likes her crate.

She is an intermediate in agility.

She loves small dogs way more than big dogs.

She tries to lay on the back of the couch like Riley, the minpin. She also tries to fit in Emmits bed, which is hilarious.

She farts really loud and then leaves a lingering cloud that makes us all disgusted. It's actually really funny though.

While I was away visiting Portland, OR, she was hit in the head by a car going forty, ran 3 miles home, tore all of her paws and almost went into cardiac arrest-doctors said she had no business being alive and she survived it.

She is my hero.

Tags: Doberman Pinscher, Dog, Dobie, Red