About Angela Sparks

Parts of this were originally posted to FOCUS ON THE DPCA private Facebook Group

So, there's plenty of documentation on what's happened. There's clear evidence that this grievance was not only mishandled but was a fait acompli long before I ever saw the grievance, let alone that the "evidence" is nothing close to the definition. I long to rage. I long to call a spade a spade. I am not afraid of using the appropriate words to what has happened. They aren't kind words. I crave answering disrespect with disrespect. I've been encouraged to find a way to share who I am, the unremarkable-ness of me. I don't think anyone with a brain doesn't already know. I am no one that anyone needs to be taken down. I don't have a dog, if you will, in the hunt. My participation in this Club has long been solely as a lover of the breed, as an owner who is currently dogless. Someone without a campaign of personal benefit to fight. I have spoken out. I've been called ugly names by prominent individuals. I've been told I shouldn't speak out. I have curbed my words more than I have ever spoken out. But I have long been a target. Mostly because I speak directly. Plainly. Without a whole lot of fear of those mighty folks who don't like to be challenged. So now, They have finally "held" me "accountable". They have done so in the most impossibly biased way. And They will get away with it because too many just cannot be bothered for whatever reason to stand up, to be counted....to say enough is enough.

I got into the breed because my (ex)husband was raised with Dobermans. I described, in my young, naive ways, my perfect dog...it went something like this....I want a dog I can put my arms around. I want a companion. I want intelligent but not sharp. I want loving but not mental. My (ex)husband never flinched, never ever backed down...Your dog is a Doberman, Angela, he wisely proclaimed. So he found Lucey, registered but never shown. La Luce (Luz). My light. We raised her from a pup, she was everything I could ever want. She was loyal, she was loving, she was smart as a whip. We spoke in sentences. She understood me. She only showed me what she was fully capable of once, but it was clear, she would defend me, she was mine. And I was wholly hers. We had a lovely 13 years, 1 month, and 20 days together. She left me wracked by a tumor that seemed to come out of nowhere. She NEVER showed it. It was only that she yipped a little weird standing up one day. Damn it. I miss her. Today as that very day. I will NEVER ever ever ever forget her. And she is why I care. I want(ed) to do what I could, with what I have, where I am to help preserve the possibility of that bond one day again. I have been trying to find a pup for almost a year. It isn't a fun experience. It's less fun for my son who craves a dog as every 15-year-old young man should. We will eventually get our next one. Hopefully sooner rather than later. That new Doberman will again grace our beds, sit on our couch, run with us (well, I won't run too far...I'm getting old), and live our lives with us while they can. And we will love him/her with all our hearts. And that is truly what has driven anything you've ever heard from me. That pure love that started in 1993 with La Luce and her crazy wiggle butt.

So now I stand judged, "charges upheld" in a process that no one in their right minds would find reasonable and fair. But in this club, in this environment, with these people, upheld it is.

Read the documents. Realize the truth. This is power, unchecked. It is disgusting. It is filthy. Every one of you, member and non-member alike, should be disgusted by what Denise Rohweder (ne Mormon) and every single board member has done/allowed to happen here. Roll around in this pile of poo. This is your club. That pit in the bottom of your stomach....real. Others are already on a similar journey. You don't have to care about me.....but when do you want to care? Who is important enough? When is too late?