Saturday, December 11, 2010
Omar Blue was a wonderful puppy. We knew he was special the day we brought him home, when he picked up his little leash, somehow knowing we'd need it, and headed for the door. Dad and I discovered he did this on the average of every four hours. At eight weeks old he scheduled it perfectly. Did all of his business outside. What a pup!
For several months, all he wanted to do was play and sleep, with his mom and dad. But as our blue Doberman Omar grew into the 120 pound beautiful canine that he is today we learned he is more than special. Even somewhat mystical. So my story begins.....
Posted by O. Warfield at 9:08 PM