While growing up we had Doberman pinchers. They were show dogs.
They were great dogs, mellow enough to be happy to be indoor dogs, but protective to our family. The females loved to play, we were young and we had a rubber pull toy and the femalemwould drag me and my brother around the yard. Our dogs were taught to go to the bathroom in one area of the yard that had gravel, and she would drag us into this area so we would let go and have to chase her around to grab the toy in her mouth again.
‘Not once were we ever in a situation where we had to worry about being bit.
Shit one time my sister (who was about 6 maybe 8) placed her chair leg on purpose on our males balls and sat down. The male knocked her off with his front paw, and gave a bit of a growl. Now I know they should never growl, but the dog handled it very well IMO. My father was going to disciple the dog for growling and my brother and I wouldn’t allow him, because well she put her chair on his balls. Before this and afterwards she would lay on him, hugging him, more or less molesting the poor dog and only the one time he got upset. All other times he would lay there and allow her to do what she wanted.
Our male was a large Doberman, around 120 lbs. we had bulked him up with hamburger footballs and vitamins and jogged him behind our vehicle with a weighted pack to increase his muscularity.
We were lucky and the ones we had were very intelligent, especially the male.
My uncle (moms brother) lived with us for a year or so. After living with us for a few months one day he thought he would be funny and pick my mom up and throw her on his shoulder, she screamed, our male instantly grabbed him by the arm (without hurting him) and my uncle immediately put my mother down. The dog stood down without needing direction and surveyed the situation. The dog could have easily hurt my uncle but instead gave a warning. My uncle never did that again and him and the dog were fine together afterwards.
I loved that dog, we got him when I was five. He would sleep under the covers and kept me warm in the winter, I slept in the basement. He would also crawl into bed and snuggle my mom after my dad would go to work, surprised her a few times where she thought he was my dad. I missed that dog for years, he got a brain tumour at 12. I will never have another dog because I’ll never have a dog like him again.
There was another time when our babysitter had an asthma attack and her dad came over flying in the door and the dogs stopped him in his tracks at the front door because they didnt recognize him. Once we called the dogs off he was allowed in.
These dogs had zero training, but for them it was instinctive. They never hurt anyone, but no one that wasn’t given permission that was unknown by the dogs was not allowed in the house.
Lol, I remember as a kid when a door to door salesman would drop by, me and my brother would pretend we couldn’t hold the dog back, telling the guy to leave quickly, lol. They would shit their pants and leave., well because a big Doberman barking is scary.
Oh and as a side note, we got to watch the male being studded out. He had won his championship in a year.