Lance is a wonderful dog. He's the last of our dobermans, raised by our wonderful 13 year old bitch right before she died. He can be a little scared towards things, and has a few social skill kinks, including seperation anxiety and paranoia. We call him "velcro dog". He is constantly by your side. He can be a problem in the house if he doesn't have enough attention, but once he's outside, running with Maya or playing catch or frisbee, he's the most beautiful and amazing thing you've ever seen. He's absolutly beautiful, but due to his few mental flaws, he has been neutered and will not be bred to continue the kennel. His show career was short lived as well-- He was absolutly gorgeous in the ring but he hated it, could not stand the sight of other dogs and people and would get so nervous. As soon as we noticed this, we took him out. After all, it doesn't matter how beautiful the dog is--if he isn't happy, nothing is worth it. Here are a few pictures of Lancy-boy.
"I got it!! I got it!!"
Sitting in the shade before a show
"Hey!! What's that dog in front of me doing?!!?"
"This is all I gotta do?"
Lance's "Mom", Bonnie
