To be a great breeder I think you need to have a deep and genuine interest in genetics as a whole .. as it is widely known, in my youth I studied experimental psychology at Cambridge.. one of the never answered and continuously discussed questions that spans across many other sciences is that of nature versus nurture. As a scholar I was of the opinion that nurture was ultimately the winner since it could suppress and keep latent through powerful social and political forces and control what naturally lies within a person, and by the same token, it could in different circumstances open and unlock the talents of that same person, and with one tidal wave take him far and wide to discover his talents, his thoughts, his fears, and such people can eventually and inevitably evolve to the highest level of psychological development, or as truly “self-actualised” the summit of Maslow’s hierarchy of needs, by this marriage between nature and nurture ..
.. but the Dobermann has shown me something quite fascinating , which is that although the same principles apply to a certain extent , nature is much much more powerful, I have never seen character, morphological, and behavioural traits so closely replicated through generations, and I was shocked, yet fascinated and delighted to see nurture being struck down in a single strike and sometimes totally eradicated in one simple swipe ..
.. so years later now I look at this same question with very different eyes , my goggles have been coloured and tinted anew by the Dobermann who never ceases to amaze, amuse, enchant, excite, surprise, even bewitch me, but ultimately to teach me ..
.. I revisited Nietzsche’s ‘Thus spoke Zarathustra’ after having named Zary almost 8 years ago, and studied and re-studied that writing which I consider now almost as my Bible, I have also looked and tied it to the original ancient Persian religion Zoroastrianism as did Nietzsche himself and which to a degree formed its basis, and to a certain extent meant for it to be understood within the context of this monotheistic faith. Moreover, despite the claim that ‘God is dead’ Nietzsche’s writing bares a style or poetic meter if you like that can resonate the biblical scriptures in the ombré melodic undertones of the philosophical work ..
.. And .. not only did the Dobermann bring me back to Nietzsche, but also close to nature, which Nietzsche believed to be so important and crucial to realising oneself as a ‘superhuman’; the highest state of being in which man has overcome himself and reached a state of freedom and creativity, free from the influence of society and in harmony with the deep, creative, immortal spirit of existence .. ..
.. well all of this made my life take both a physical and intellectual turn since previously I was very much of the Huysmans “Against Nature” school of thought .. Moi; the die hard aesthetic who could not remove herself far enough from nature, turning only to artifice, the entirety of Nature hateful to me, violently opposed to the nature-worshipping Romantics..
.. I think the only catalyst strong enough to slowly open my eyes to the importance and beauty of nature in my intelligent life was the Dobermann, and not just any Dobermann, but the one that is true to his nature and purpose in life, for me, ultimately the utilitarian Dobermann, without that affix he cannot properly do his service as a Dobermann and so loses his purpose and is no longer a Dobermann in essence, and without his essence he could not have taught me all that I have learned..
.. and so I drift and ramble, BUT, while the imagination is free to love it can create, .. for “I love him who labours and invents, that he may build the house for the superhuman, and prepare for him earth, animal and plant” (Nietzsche: Thus spoke Zarathustra)
.. you see by the connection with his human he can do his service, and by doing his service he can tie the string that connects him with his human, and that string in turn “ to the earth, that the earth of the Superhuman may hereafter arrive.” (Nietzsche: Thus spoke Zarathustra)
.. and while the Dobermann is true to his breed, which is deeply and profoundly tied to his connection to the human, to watch him, to guard him, to protect him , to love him .. and to show us the earth, to teach us virtue, for he “reserves no share of spirit for himself but wants to be wholly the spirit of his virtue: thus walks he as a spirit over the bridge” .. for the sake of his virtue, he is willing to live on, or live no more” (Nietzsche: Thus spoke Zarathustra)
.. and so ultimately, to my spiritual delight and abatement, the Dobermann by doing this multifaceted service can also thus diligently teach us to be “a free spirit and a free heart”
.. and, the continuous, never ending, painstaking lesson is that
“One repays a teacher badly if one remains nothing but a student” and that can only be transcended through love , which is the soul of genius .. love, love, infinite love ..
♾♥️ Infinity Amoris il Dobermann
I resent these jokes about British cuisine .. so I’ll tell you a little story if I may: I was 8 1/2 years old, and my 1ST EVER BEST MOST PRECIOUS FRIEND IN LIFE was an old 85 YEAR old English lady! Her name was Gladys. She was nearly or let’s say she was blind, just not entirely. Every day she would set out from her lonely house and walk with a white sight stick to guide her so as to come to my parents cafeteria! She struggled alone against many odds so as to be sure to be there every day. Then I’d see her walk in and a smile emerged across my face that extended from ear to ear! We sat opposite each other at my Dad’s cafe eating the most beautiful hand cut chips or ‘Pomfrits as they call them in Europe, thick, freshly blanched and lovingly fried by my late father as deeply as his extraordinary generous soul! Gladys said that they were the best chips she has ever eaten in her life, and that while she was alive and strong enough she would continue to make that long walk from her lonely living room chair to my happy childhood haven!! And I will never forget my best friend as long as I live, if I live to be that age I would also love that God would grant me the same honour as he did when I was a young child… bless my late father, bless you late my dearest friend Gladys… and bless you the wonderful potatoes that are grown in God’s Great Earth!!!! Amen 🙏
The historic London black taxi, London would not be London without it! Real London cabbys who love to chat through the glass and lose all track of all time as their meter ticks away… I’ve probably confessed some of my most inner thoughts to a black cabby… so in tune and empathetic with the life… and the jungle When I was 17 my father sat me down and gave me an ultimatum… he said I had to choose, it was either him, or her (my girlfriend at the time)… for me it was an easy choice… Off I went, no money in my pocket, no bag, completely spontaneously just walked out of the building slamming the door behind me… where would I go, well of course I would head to my girlfriends flat in Elephant and Castle… how to get there?… well of course flag down a black cab. And so I did, and he stopped, he saw how young I was so I simply explained that I had run away from home with no money and please could he take me to Waterloo where I would meet my girlfriend… Back then… I think it was 1990, nice people in London really existed, especially the yours truly black cabby, who of course opened the door to let me in and took me for no fare all the way from Hendon Way to Waterloo… wherein I unearthed all my emotional turmoil at home due to my recent ‘coming out’… for him… not a bother… a real pleasure… showing me the real true meaning of compassion and empathy… my subsequent adventures I leave for another time, perhaps another blog … now I’m off to take a shower, infuse myself with my new Cartier perfume, slip on my jeans and leather jacket … then jump in a black cab and see what road lies ahead!
Time, time, time, how it passes. Back at work now and so much has happened since .. mated Kali who didn’t stay pregnant due to pyometra , fought with the emergency vet, after having taken some invaluable advise from my specialist friend in Greece and one here in Czech to keep her uterus in tact, intensive intravenous therapy seems to have cleared her up for now ..
I think it’s safe to say that the Male with whom we chose to mate her is somewhat of an ambassador of the dobermann. He only confirmed what I suspected and what is evident from the video of his bite at the Championato in Spoleto, fearless unreserved full blooded attack resembling the speed and velocity of working lines.. outstanding! Yet on the photo shoot which was such a pleasure to attend with the best ever and most markedly important photographer of the great dobermann breed, Giota Bouranta, Atlas managed to accidentally break my finger snapping my tendon and crippling my right hand for weeks, I still haven’t recovered and will probably need an operation .. it wasn’t his fault but he does owe me some champion puppies in compensation:)
In the meantime my mother’s been diagnosed with lung cancer, has had and recovered from a hugely invasive operation only to very nearly face death following an infection brought on by chemotherapy!
In the midst of this we managed to go on with the show, bringing home 7 cups from the Europa golden Dobermann and 3 from the IDC! This love & work, passion for the breed is certainly not for the faint hearted!
I learned a long time ago, about 18 years now, after loosing my father to leukaemia, not to plan things too far in advance, as the saying goes, you never know what’s just around the corner! That’s what these beloved dogs of mine have allowed me to do that I think for such a high anxiety person as myself could never otherwise be possible, that is, to live for and find pleasure and contentment in the present rather than wait for some hypothetical future circumstance that may or may not materialise..
They insist, my dogs that is, leave your pen down just for a few more minutes while you pet me, have an extra 5 minute lay in in the morning let the day pass by a bit before you face it, we’ll face it together in just a while .. it’s a beautiful morning, leave the car at home let’s get some air and go for a short walk .. turns into a few hours .. hungry now let’s go to the market and get some fresh meat for later, you can cook a little for you too if you don’t like it al fresco! Back home now need to clean up a bit, hoover up the little black and brown needles around the house, wipe the surfaces, mop the floor, after which we must sit and relax for a while and of course have a cuddle, endulge in the sweet woodland scent that lingers on your shiny coat and sigh a breath of relief from the endorphins that we release as we forget the world together..
Eventually the cooking commences, you know what, I’ll just have some pasta and a glass or two of wine, you enjoy that lovely shank of lamb, it’s my pleasure to watch you enjoy it, I’m sure I’ll get a taster when you lick me all over my face to express your gratitude and ensure the same meal again soon.. and now it’s finally time to put a little music on I think, how about the Mozart I know how much it relaxes you after all those thoughts of chasing rabbits, and hunting for moles ..
And before I know it night is falling and I’ve exhausted myself just attending to my master the dobermann, and he saved me from myself and from all the frightening thoughts that have relentlessly tried to encapsulate the space in my mind and suffocate my desire for life ..
I’ve bred a few now, and I know how to separate the ‘men from the boys’ when choosing the special ones, as they become the reason, when I feel that all is lost and not worth the fight anymore, there is a sleepy little creature somewhere in my room that captures my eye, intoxicates my morning and fills my eyes as if they encompassed the world, ablaze with expression, and insatiable zest for love, life, air, water, desire like fire, my soul yearns, for more and more, and how time passes and passes, and with this beautiful gift I choose life and live every second as though tomorrow just doesn’t exist ..