Yesterday we were talking
about dogs and I told you a story about DeForest Kelley and his little dog and my big
Dobermans. I breed Dobermans, I love my Dobermans. I have a big male Doberman
named Sterling. I have an older female Doberman called Martika. Martika was
then twelve years old. That's old for a Doberman. (Martika died this year).
And I thought: "Golly. I'm gonna get a
puppy." An eight weeks old Doberman puppy. And I bring the puppy in and
Martika can love the puppy and teach the puppy all the things that I taught Martika.
And Martika will get young again because the puppy will make her young and she'll have a
happy last few years of her life. So I found a litter of puppies.
Nerine and I went over to where this man had
his litter and we picked out a puppy. I was doing a charity horse show at the time.
Every year I do a charity horse show to raise money for handicapped children.
So we decided to call this puppy Charity. We bought the puppy and we were
driving back. We had seen another puppy that we really liked.
Nerine said "No. I really like the other
and I go: "So? What's the difference? We'll have two puppies. Two
puppies will play with each other and Martika".
So we went back and bought the other puppy
too. Now we had two puppies, Bella and Charity. We brought Bella and Charity
home and Martika looked at the puppies. Her being a female I thought she'd mother
them like she had mothered Sterling who was three or four years younger than she.
She kind of ignored them for the first week or so. And then in the second week I
heard her growl at one of the puppies. I thought: "Gee, that's not too
I tried to soothe them. I train dogs.
I'm pretty good at that. I tried to acquaint them. In the third week
she attacked one of the puppies. One puppy was yelping. I think it was Charity
she first attacked. And then she attacked Bella on another occasion. Then I
decided to separate them to see what would happen, maybe we could work it out.
Charity and Bella were in one part of the house and Sterling and Martika were in another
part and they became crazy. Martika attacked Charity and Bella.
Finally one day, after they were about two
months old, Martika attacked Charity and I had Charity in my arms. Martika had
Charity by the jaw and Nerine held Martika and I held Charity (we were pulling them
apart). Then Charity's jaw broke. We had to go to the veterinary who set the
jaw. She had also torn her ear. And whilst she was in a cast she was lying
near the garage door. The garage door closed on her leg and broke her leg.
This is Charity. Poor puppy. Broken leg, torn ears and a broken jaw.
Now what have I got? I've got four
Dobermans. I've got these two puppies that we've bonded to. I've got an older
female, Martika, who's getting a little crazy. And Sterling, this big seven
year old Doberman stud dog who just watches what's up. I had a choice: either give
the puppies away or give Martika away. I didn't know what to do. But I breed
horses as well. So I found a wonderful home for Martika in Kentucky with horses.
I decided I would give Martika to this wonderful home and let her live out her last
years and I would keep the two puppies. That was the decision I had to make. It was
like putting your parents into an older persons home. It was that kind of decision.
I decided this was the right thing to do.
Now I have three Dobermans. I have two
females, litter sisters, and Sterling. The puppies start to grow up and they are
playing with each other. They play and fight and then they started to bite each
other. When they were about a year old they started to take little chunks out of
each other. And one day I came home and Charity had taken a chunk out of Bella.
So I talked to a couple of breeders and they said you got to separate those two
dogs because by the time they are two years of age they are going to kill each other.
One will kill the other or they will both die as it happens when they both fight to
the end. Now I had to give one of those two puppies away. What choice did I
have? So, I found another good home and I gave Bella.
Now I'm back down to one female, Charity, and
Sterling. Sterling was kind of like wondering "What am I? What's happening with
me? Are they going to give me away too?" I could see the look in his
eyes. So, I started to take him with me. One day I went to a friend of mine's
house. They had a condominium in Los Angeles and I brought Sterling with me.
Sterling is a hundred pound Doberman. A big, big Doberman. But he is well
trained. We were sitting in this little garden. And I said to Sterling
"Sterling over here and lie down". Sterling went over there and lied down.
And I talked to my friend. Later in the conversation I looked around
and I could not find Sterling. Sterling had gotten up.
I went looking for Sterling and there was a
hedge with a hole in it to the next door neighbor. I looked in the hole and I saw
Sterling with a rabbit. He was twisting and pulling it and the rabbit's dead!
So I called over to my Friend "Oh my God! Sterling has
got a dead rabbit!"
My friend shouts: "Oh! That my neighbors rabbit! She is going to
kill me! That's her favorite rabbit! What are we going to do? She is
going to call the police, I'm sure of it! I got so much trouble, my God."
So I say: "Here, I know what to do: Sterling, come here. Give me that
I got it and I ran into my friends house and
I put the dead rabbit into the bathtub. And I washed the rabbit. And it's
dead! And I washed the rabbit all up and I got a hairdryer and I blow dried its
hair! I got it all fluffy and silky. And then I ran back to the neighbors
house and I looked in the hedge: I could see the rabbit cage. I went through the
hedge and put the rabbit back into the cage! I took Sterling and went back into the
part of my friends garden. We were sitting there and then we hear the patio door
The neighbor had come back and we wondered
"What's she gonna do? What's she gonna do? I hope she won't report
Sterling." Then we hear her walk around, she keeps walking around and suddenly
we hear a
"OH MY GOD!", the neighbor is
screaming "OH MY GOD!"
And suddenly she appears through the hole in the hedge with the rabbit in her arm
"OH MY GOD! IT'S A MIRACLE! I BURIED MY RABBIT FOUR DAYS AGO AND
IT'S APPEARED BACK IN THE CAGE!"
I couldn't tell the neighbors that it was all
a cover-up. So she thinks it's a miracle: the second coming of her rabbit!