In my memory is the pale picture of my first dog. I can't remember the date, but I know I was a very small kid.

But, I remember well the moment when the first dobermann entered my home. On the 17th of October 1987 the blue female named Kala came in my home and in my life. Everything I felt about dogs she managed to direct to only one race: dobermann. We separated in May 1996 when she died. I was almost sure I would never have a dog again, because I couldn't be able to love some other dog as I love Kala and because I couldn't ruine my strong memories by loving other dog.

Years later, exactly on 10th of August 2004, in far away country, a puppy was born. The male puppy. Brown, male puppy. His owner named him Nobleman. Have I found him or he has found me?!  But I felt extreem attraction towards that little lion. Soon, he was at my home. The very same moment we both felt belonging to each other. I was very surprised by the intensity of my feelings towards that dog. I trully loved him but the memories and love towards Kala have never disappeared.

Some time later I got my next... and next... and next dobermann and I may proudly declare that I deeply love them all.

"How big heart I have!" - I thought. But, wrong! It isn't because of my heart but because of dobermanns. That's the race that has to be loved.