A good friend of ours, Mick, had a wonderful Doberman female. Mick had arranged for breeding and let Cheryl know that the pups were here for all to see. Mick knew Cheryl loved dogs. And puppies had to be her favorites.
Oozie was one of those Doberman puppies. Turns out that Mick had left the mother Doberman in charge of the pups while he was away a few days. When he returned, he found all the pups to be fine except for Oozie. Oozie had crawled into a fold-out cabinet drawer, and had trouble getting back out. He had been caught in the V-shaped opening by his hind legs and had hung there for several days.
Oozie was left with large wounds just forward of his hind legs. The neighborhood kids had named him Oozie because of the constant oozing from the wounds.
But all was not lost. Oozie’s wounds had healed and he no longer oozed. But Oozie had no control of his hind legs which he dragged behind him as he pulled himself around. His attitude seemed good, but now Oozie was called “Froggy” by the neighborhood kids.
Naturally, Cheryl fell hard for Oozie and asked if she could bring him home to Barry for a visit. So we had Oozie for a visit for a few days. That was when Oozie came down with Parvo!
Our Veterinary friend, Dick had the treatment regime and Cheryl did what she was told. After a week or two, Oozie was cured of Parvo.
Cheryl: “Barry, I can’t take Oozie back to Mick. He is such a nice puppy. And Mick has said that he will not be able to sell him. He will just be put to sleep.”
Obviously, Cheryl had fallen even harder for Oozie while caring for him.
Barry: “Well, I am OK with keeping him, but you will be spending a lot of time caring for him.”
Little did we know; Oozie changed from dragging his hind legs to hopping. It matched better with “Froggy” now. He got around fine. His appetite was good and he was very sociable. Soon, he was walking almost normally, and then running. We had a lovely Doberman that got around fine.
We had to thank Mick and Dick for this really wonderful dog.
There is much to say about Oozie, and maybe I will add to this story after a while. But for now, I will just have to tell one story about Oozie.
Oozie was a big Doberman. In fact, I think Dick said that Oozie was surpassed in size only by his mother as best he could remember. And he had seen a lot of Dobermans in his practice.
Why the mention about Oozie’s size? Well, read on:
I was running a lot in those days. And I took Oozie with me. There was no need for keeping him on a leash unless I was on a road with traffic. One day, I was running on Paseo Del Mar, a divided road with a central grassy strip. I rarely saw traffic on this section of road, and Oozie was not on a leash.
We were running on the wide grassy strip when Oozie saw something on our right across the asphalt pavement. He darted across the road just as a car was passing us. The car was going in the same direction we were, and Oozie had failed to look over his right shoulder as he made his move. I heard a large “Boom” and had Oozie back at my side. The car pulled over to the curb.
Oozie had run into the driver’s door. It had a huge dent which took up the whole door. As I said previously, Oozie was a huge Doperman, err, I mean, Doberman. The dog had run hard, and had hit the car door hard.
I went over to the driver who had gotten out of his car.
Driver: “Is the dog OK?
Barry: “Yes, he seems to be fine. But I see he has made a huge dent in your door.”
Driver: “Don’t worry about the car, What about the dog?”
I reassured the driver that Oozie seemed to be fine. I apologized profusely. And all that seemed to matter to the driver was that Oozie was OK. He got into his car and drove off with the big dent.
I am sure there is a moral to this story, but I will leave that to the reader. And I can’t remember if I changed my practice of running so that Oozie was on a leash after that. Probably he was!