There’s Dogs and There’s Dobermans

You know, there’s bikes and there’s Harleys, and there’s dogs and there’s dobermans,
I have two, husband and wife, not Harleys silly, dobermans,
And they are a mixture of wolves, angels, elves, bears, and horses; mostly magic;
With a little shadow mixed in for good measure;
They are intuitive, intelligent, loyal, gorgeous, fierce, courageous, noble, energetic, persistent, sensitive, and aware;
And did I mention SPOILED;
They offer unbeatable company, friendship, security, love, and entertainment;
The couch may be their second best friend;
I will never go to the bathroom alone again;
And I may not make it there in time because of two heavy heads parked across my lap;
But they wouldn’t mind;
Or that I am blind;
They just want to please, be petted, and play the toy game;
They respond to hand signals, commands, and their name, sometimes, maybe;
They like wearing clothes, and seem to feel important in them;
They like sporting reindeer antlers, elf ears, Santa hats, and superman suits;
They love kids, and are gentle with them;
They know how to talk, and can say funny things;
They know how to smile, and can send strangers hauling;
Ass through grass with little brown nuggets worn fragrantly as surreptitiously smuggled souvenirs;
They are sweet and amazing, and did I mention SPOILED?