There is a fawn colored Doberman on my route that probably weighs in at around 100. She runs loose on the property, with one of those "invisible fence" collars to keep her from running away. She is literally up inside the truck and trying to get into my lap before I even get the park brake set. Very sweet dog, she is basically a gigantic toungue with a 100 doberman attached to it. I call her "needle nose" because she has a bad habit of trying to stick her big wet sniffing nose onto my butt while I walk to the door with the package. She can be a bit much to deal with when her paws are all muddy, but when a 100 lb Doberman jumps up on you to give you kisses its a problem you just learn to be grateful for.
Amen to that. I thought she was a fawn when I said "yes I will take her", the day she was born she was rescued from a druggy fighting family. when she opened her eyes, she was a white, and the rescue called and said come see her, you probably wont want her. I said no I still want her, I said I would and I am. her Daddy I found on facebook, his name was cocaine. her brother got brought back the day after adoption coz "the cats didnt like him" I was working and I sent my husband to get her. I finally told them She is 4 months old, I need her now. The judge told the rescue to let her go as he would not give them back to the convicted fighting family. I had my husband on the way in seconds.
She, like the fawn you describe loves faces. Bluebelle is not satisfied with her greeting til she has totally kissed your eyes, your nose and your face, she is a face dog. Since 4 mths of age she knows nothing but the warnth and love of a family. Travelling, grandkids, they climb all over and have tried to ride her, which I do not condone, but she likes it. They are too little to know better, and she has never growled or snipped at anyone but me.
I tried to rescue a mastiff from the middle of a busy highway, got him to safety and called a rescue. Washed my hand and went on with my day. His collar which I grabbed to get him out of the road had rotted flesh all over it, embedded in his neck. She still smelled it when I got home and would not come near me, growled at me when I tried to touch her. Took her cute little butt into my husbands room, and wouldnt "talk" to me til the next day. At which time I told her, the doggy was in the road, I didnt hurt it, he was already hurt. Mommy saved him. He didnt have a good mommy and daddy to keep him out of the road. Road being the key word as she knows road is bad. Most people do not understand this attatchment to animals, some do. Those who do will understand. I wish I could rescue more.