If you want to support Hilary and her half marathon race to raise money for our deserving doggies then please use the paypal link to the right. Make sure to write Hilary's name in the notes section while donating or you can send us an email at dobierescue@earthlink.net so we can give her the credit. The runner that raises the most in donations wins a prize! If you prefer to donate by check then you can make it out to "Dobie Rescue" and send it to :
Doberman Rescue
2946 Young Rd
Fillmore, CA 93015
Hilary
Contact Us
dobierescue@earthlink.net
(805)524-5102
This half marathon is for the dogs who might not look so good on paper…and it’s all her fault.
The second I saw her picture I knew; that black-and-tan girl with the crooked ear, crooked jaw, missing teeth, weak hip, slight incontinence and OCD tendencies stole my heart and changed my life. That sweet, silly girl had been broken and discarded, circulating through multiple shelters before finding a foster home at Dobies and Little Paws. After seeing her picture online, I sent an email to Ardis and promptly filled my house with dog things that seemed to suit her….I hadn’t met her yet…I was that sure she belonged with me. I remember driving home with all 83 pounds of her and having a slight moment of panic…what did I get myself into? We both had no idea.
Lily turned out to be the best and most heartbreaking thing that ever happened to me. She made me laugh everyday with her quirky sense of humor. I’ll never forget coming home one day to find the Christmas gifts removed from under the tree, stashed in her bed and replaced with plastic bottles from the recycle bin…like I wasn’t going to notice the hijinks?! Miracles like this occurred regularly with Lily. And I’ll never forget the day she collapsed on me with no prior warning whatsoever; she was diagnosed with congestive heart failure shortly after that collapse. Even though I lost her a year ago, it’s still hard to imagine life without her. She was my constant companion and best road-tripper on the planet. She devoted her life to me and nothing since has been the same. I cry more, love more, fill my heart more, give more and now I want all the dogs.
Enter Jonah: a big, red surprise. Still reeling with grief from losing Lily, I thought I would foster this mange-ridden, rotten-smelling, entropion-suffering, depressed and starving boy until he was well enough to be adopted. Someone had been kind enough to foster Lily until she made her way to me, so I thought I could do the same for someone else. It turns out I could not. The first time he felt confident enough to jump up on the couch to sit shakily beside me, all bets were off and my heart melted away. He helped me through my grief and now we will adventure together for the rest of his forever. To think this now strong, playful, loving boy nearly lost his life at 2 years old…inconceivable.
No, neither Lily nor Jonah looked that good on paper. Many dogs don’t. But often times they hold the greatest love in hearts of gold.
If you sponsor my race, you will be helping all the gold-hearted dogs with bios citing traits like: “senior, arthritis, patchy coat, deaf, 3-legged, wobbler, cropped-ears-that-don’t stand, long tail, slight mix, separation anxiety, incontinent, can-jump-a-six-foot-fence, not housebroken, visible scars, torn ears, sagging nipples, benign tumors, allergies, no leash training, perfectly imperfect, NEEDS-A-SECOND-CHANCE.”
