We are deeply saddened by the loss of Zorro. Zorro was turned into an animal shelter because he was rummaging in a neighbors trash and the neighbor complained about the 4 1/2 year old black male with white marking on his chest and natural ears. Zorro came to MAGDRL in September 2003. From looking at how skinny this boy is, it's obvious he was just looking for a meal .

May he rest in peace and never have to worry about his meals again.


Sorbon (or Zorro as we knew him) is gone but not forgotten

This big, sometimes troubled boy was with us for nearly 6 months. He loved to go or long walks, loved his little purple squeaky car (carried it with him everywhere and hated to leave it for even a moment), and always stopped to take time to lean over for hugs and rubs behind the ears.  It was like clockwork – 10 minutes into my own walks with him he would stop dead in his tracks, look at me awaiting his expected hug, kiss on the forehead and kind word.

I think it’s so important for him to understand, and I know he did, that he was loved during the last chapter of his life. He was loved by kennel owners and staff that cared for him each day. He was loved by MAGDRL volunteers who socialized with him, made sure he was healthy and tirelessly looked for the right home for him.

We laughed and even admired his strength, determination and ability to knock down 6 foot bolted walls of steel in an effort to hang out with people in the front lobby. We marveled at his adoration for old, torn blankets. We tried our best to make him happy.

Zorro was one of the many Danes and Dobermans we’ve tended to at our kennel, awaiting a foster home or permanent family to handle his ‘special needs’. He had his quirks, certainly, and sometimes quirks erupt into a quick snap of violence… unexpectedly and sadly.

Zorro, please know that we won’t stop loving and won’t stop trying to help your friends in need. We’ll continue to speak for you as you couldn’t speak for yourself. We won’t stop trying to understand what is making you so sad or angry. We’ll ask questions, we’ll spread the word about responsible, humane pet care, necessity of training, proper nutrition and medical care and structure to curb your anxieties. We know how important it is for you to be loved.  

You will always be remembered in our hearts.

Fondly and always your friend,

Susan Bobinsky – co-owner Blue Ribbon Acres &

Exec. Director SPCA of Winchester, Frederick & Clarke Counties, VA


Zorro was a four and a half year old black male Great Dane who came to WV MAGDRL on Sept. 21, 2003. He was turned into the local shelter because he was rummaging in the neighbor’s trashcans and they were afraid of him. Zorro came to us skin and bones – about 40 pounds underweight, every bone showing on his huge frame. I never understood the fear people have of black dogs, especially black Great Danes -- until I met Zorro, that is. His face was so sunken and withdrawn, he was intimidating. When I picked him up in the parking lot of McDonald’s, I had to force myself to not be scared of him. He had the sweetest doe eyes, but a very BIG and somewhat menacing face. We didn’t have any foster homes open for him, so we took him to the kennel. While there, we discovered his resource guarding issues, especially around trashcans. Due to this and his dislike of other dogs, he stayed at the kennel while Jennifer worked with him. He made wonderful progress with his obedience and his resource guarding. All the Rescuers who worked with him fell in love – Jules Guthrie, Janine Kushner, Jeff Cody, Susan Bobinsky, Jennifer Donnelly-Schofstall, and Eric Maier. Zorro flourished at the kennel with Jennifer and Susan, along with weekly visits from Jeff and me. As January progressed, Zorro started declining. He lost all the weight we had struggled to put on him. His usual goofy-self disappeared and he became depressed. The realization came to me the day I visited him and he lay down before I left. Normally, Zorro was unhappy anytime I showed affection to any other dog. He’d stand at his kennel door and bark until I left, then he pouted once I was gone. This one afternoon, Zorro and I spent time in the yard playing. I returned him to his kennel, gave him his treat for being a good boy, and he curled up in a ball on his blanket. Zorro wasn’t happy. I was no longer doing him justice by keeping him in this kennel. He wanted to be with people, have a soft place to rest his head, and love his humans. Jules and I decided to help him across the Bridge. Jules and I went to say good-bye on Feb. 8. We spent some time with him in the lobby of the kennel, saying our goodbyes. Unfortunately, the damage others did to him reared its ugly head. Zorro found the goodies in the trashcan. When I tried to redirect him, he bit me. He reminded me that no matter how much we love and how much we want to make things better, sometimes too much damage has been done. Zorro crossed the Bridge on Feb. 9, lying in Jules’ lap and being loved the way he should always have been. Thank you Zorro for teaching me this difficult lesson. You were my first rescue to have to be put down, and I will always love you. I know you are waiting for me at the Bridge, surrounded by trashcans with yummy foods overflowing for you. I can’t wait to see you again, my big sweet boy.  – Janine M. Kushner