There was no doubt in my mind when I met my husband that a Doberman would quickly become a part of our home. When my husband took on the night shift, our young female, Gracie quickly took on the part of protector, understanding to look under the bed, around the corner, even in the closet. I never doubted her ability to make it ‘safe’. I had grown up with pets, wonderful pets who filled my heart and life, but as a young adult I was ready to become educated about the breed and endeavor on a journey of show dogs. The more I learn, (and believe me I learn daily) the more I understand the breed as a whole. I’m a firm believer that Dobermans are a working animal, I think they thrive at it. I don’t believe there is a better thing to do with an animal then what they were breed for. Our home is currently filled with lovely Dobermans, each one offering something different than the next. We hope this road we have started is long and winding, that Dobermans always fill our hearts with love and our lives with memories.

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"A Man’s Best Friend - The Story of Old Drum"

Ever wonder where the old saying, "A man’s best friend is his dog," came from? Senator George Graham Vest won a court battle and the ears of dog lovers everywhere when he paid his famous tribute to the dog during the 1870 Burden vs. Hornsby court case in Warrensburg. The speech included the line, "The one absolutely unselfish friend that a man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous, is his dog." The "eulogy to the dog" won the case for Charles Burden whose favorite hound, Old Drum, was shot by a neighbor, Leonidas Hornsby, who had sworn to kill the first dog that came onto his land. Although Hornsby had hunted with Drum and acknowledged him to be one of the best hunting dogs he had ever seen, he carried out his threat when one night a dog was found prowling in his yard. That dog was Old Drum. Burden immediately sued Hornsby for damages and the trial quickly became one of the strangest in the history of this area of the country. Each man was determined to win the case. After several appeals, the case finally reached the Supreme Court of Missouri. Burden was awarded $50 in damages for the loss of his favorite hunting dog. Vest’s eulogy to the dog, which he made in his final appeal to the jury, won the case and became a classic speech. Through the direction of the Warrensburg Chamber of Commerce and coordinated efforts by many dog lovers across the country, Old Drum was immortalized in a stature on the Johnson County Courthouse lawn in Warrensburg on September 23, 1958. While no record was kept of the last half of Vest’s tribute to a dog, the first portion has fortunately been preserved. It was this speech that originated the saying, "A man’s best friend is his dog."

George Graham Vest speaking: Gentlemen of the Jury: "The best friend a man has in this world may turn against him and become his enemy. His son or daughter that he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name, may become traitors to their faith. The money that a man has, he may lose. It flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it the most. A man’s reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall on their knees to do us honor when success is with us may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its cloud upon our heads. The one absolutely unselfish friend that a man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him and the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous is his dog." "Gentleman of the Jury, a man’s dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master’s side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer, he will lick the wounds and sores that encounters the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince. When all other friends desert, he remains. When riches take wings and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens." "If fortune drives the master forth an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him to guard against danger, to fight against his enemies. When the last scene of all comes, and death takes the master in its embrace and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by his graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even to death."

When it came time to put a "kennel" name in the works, this was the perfect fit. My husband grew up on Old Drum road and the memorial plaque sits on their farm. I figure our Dobermans are running where Man's Best Friend began.

About Us

Dobermans have been a part of my life, since day one. There are few and far between memories, pictures or vacations that don't include a Doberman. Growing up with a certain breed makes them superior in every way, and a Doberman is definitely that for me. Our Dobermans were not only our babysitter on afternoons, but my best friend. Growing up in a small town and not having neighbors, my pony and the dogs were our entertainment. A black female, Vail, we had as children often became a horse, with saddle, bridle, horse trailer and all. My ‘first’ Doberman at least I could call her mine, was a fawn female, Fawntain. Little did I know she was highly intelligent, she would sit, wait and tackle my brother and friends to the ground, at the command. A blue male, Blue, we rescued as a adult, would bark frantically if we swam too far from the dock. He would swim to us, then to shore and bark and worry, he was doing his job! Our red male, Red, would sit up in the evenings, past curfew, growl just loud enough to wake my Dad in his recliner, so he could check the time. The antics, the stories, the heartache can go on and on.
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