She seems happy to be mine. When I picked her up on that over warm March Sunday I noticed that she seemed bluer than the Doberman she was replacing. My first Doberman had died the week before and with her went a piece of my heart and soul that I would never recover. She would sit, rock solid and steady while people milled around her and flinch not a hair when a sudden noise occurred. She would sit beside me like a sphinx when we had house guests and allow me to stroke her ebony head and scratch just behind those natural and sensitive ears.
Mercy has a different coat.
Near the skin is a luxurious layer of fine warm hair and on top of that is a layer of coarse short guard hairs. The feel of the coat is different than Brunhilda's. The color is different as well. Bruny had a black coat with lovely tan markings over the eyes and on the chest. Mercy has the same Tan coloration but the black is more like a raven's wing.