Before you panic — it’s not what it sounds like. His “attack” means a full-speed sprint straight toward me, ears back, eyes locked, tail wagging like crazy. Then comes the jump, the tackle, and that slobbery kiss right across my face. Every time, I fall for it — literally.
It’s his favorite game: surprise ambush of affection. He takes pride in catching me off guard, as if to say, “Gotcha again!” And honestly, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. That playful ferocity is just his way of showing love, Doberman style.
He might look like a powerhouse, but behind that strong frame is a heart that’s pure gold. His attacks? Just another reminder that love sometimes comes at full speed.
