First, there’s my Doberman — tall, regal, with that poised look that turns heads everywhere. Her coat catches the sunlight, her eyes scan the world with curiosity, and she moves like she knows she’s in a magazine spread. She’s the kind of dog you show off without even trying.
Then there’s me — usually in comfy clothes, hair a little messy, holding a coffee cup like it’s part of my soul. But when we’re side by side in a photo, something changes. She brings out the best in me, makes me stand a little taller, smile a little wider.
We’re not a “perfectly polished” duo — we’re a real one. She’s the picture of canine elegance, I’m just her proud human. Together, though, we’re a team, and I wouldn’t trade that for anything.
