He Says The Strangest Things To Me
The Rottweiler is calm, trainable, courageous, and devoted to their owner and family.
They have a reliable temperament.
Protective, she will defend her family fiercely.
These are strong fighters that seem immune to pain.
Serious, steady and confident.
With proper handling, also be loyal, loving and very rewarding companions.
They require owners who can handle their massive size.
The Rottweiler is a natural guard dog with a mellow temperament. They are highly intelligent and have proven their worth beyond question in police, military, and customs work over many centuries.
Friends and relatives of the family are normally enthusiastically welcomed. Strangers can get no further than the sidewalk.
So true, I've always loved big dogs; it's a shame that like everyone, they can be dangerously aggressive if ill-treated.
My rotti wasn't cruel or aggressive however. There are only two instances in my dog’s life when she was aggressive. One occasion was when I was eleven and walking her along the greenbelt, a stray husky cross that always wondered around was in the woods and came charging towards her and I. Tessa barked, raised her fur, the dog didn’t back off and instead came after me. Tessa, being aweome HEADBUTTED that husky in the stomach, causing him to flip over onto his side. She bit/nipped his stomach and pinned him, resulting in him quickly taking off with his tail between his legs.
She also charged at, but did not bite or pounce, these boys that were throwing rocks at my brother Josh. There were calling him stupid because he wasn't talking, he just sat digging in the sand as happy as he could be. They got pissed off and started throwing shit at him. It was at a softball game 8 years ago, my parents used to play with a bunch of friends. I was watching my Dad at base and my mom was out in the field, and the only witness to this act of cruelty was tied up in the stands (with her playmate and 15 feet of leash mind you). Tessa actually managed to break her leash when she charged at these boys. Her barking and howling directed all our attention to her chasing the boys, and she never touched them, only scared them senseless. After she was satisfied that that they were a safe distance from my 5 year old kid brother she went over and sat down by him.
The one thing I can't get over with Tessa though is how gentle she is, how much she loves children. My aunt used to spend a lot of her time over here with my mother after she gave birth to her daughter. Tess would just sit in patient awe when the newborn was in the crib we had set up for her. When my Aunt Penny held her, Tessa would sit by her side, attention fixed on every action of this baby. If Shaylene was upstairs in my room, Tessa would lay down by the door and if she let out the tiniest cry of distress, Tessa was downstairs in a second to get Penny. She also only would let Penny in the room willingly. She was always reluctant to let my mom or myself in there when Shay was sleeping. If you were anyone else there was no way she would move.
I love this dog. She’s strong, she’s loyal, and she loves me unconditionally. She was extremely depressed when her arthritis became bad enough that she could no longer climb the stairs at night to my room. Whenever I was scared at night usually from waking up from a nightmare, it was almost as if she could sense it and would somehow be there when I woke up.
I love my mornings with her. I used to make her breakfast religiously now sadly I only find the time to do it on Thursdays and weekends. I love that although she’s obviously not intelligent enough to understand what it is that I’m saying to her, she can sense the emotion, whether its love, shame, guilt, or sadness she always responded to that. That means a lot to me.
There are few things that compare to how much I care about Tessa. She’s wonderful, tough as nails, and is a massive part of my childhood, and she's incredible cute.
And, I talked to my family today. I had some convincing to do.
Because I love her, she's going to get an awesome day. She'll be getting a nice brushing, a wonderful bath, some quality scratching and loving time. Then at 4:45 this afternoon she'll be put down, and her suffering will be over.
I’m not sad..I don’t know what I am. But I want this for her.
They have a reliable temperament.
Protective, she will defend her family fiercely.
These are strong fighters that seem immune to pain.
Serious, steady and confident.
With proper handling, also be loyal, loving and very rewarding companions.
They require owners who can handle their massive size.
The Rottweiler is a natural guard dog with a mellow temperament. They are highly intelligent and have proven their worth beyond question in police, military, and customs work over many centuries.
Friends and relatives of the family are normally enthusiastically welcomed. Strangers can get no further than the sidewalk.
So true, I've always loved big dogs; it's a shame that like everyone, they can be dangerously aggressive if ill-treated.
My rotti wasn't cruel or aggressive however. There are only two instances in my dog’s life when she was aggressive. One occasion was when I was eleven and walking her along the greenbelt, a stray husky cross that always wondered around was in the woods and came charging towards her and I. Tessa barked, raised her fur, the dog didn’t back off and instead came after me. Tessa, being aweome HEADBUTTED that husky in the stomach, causing him to flip over onto his side. She bit/nipped his stomach and pinned him, resulting in him quickly taking off with his tail between his legs.
She also charged at, but did not bite or pounce, these boys that were throwing rocks at my brother Josh. There were calling him stupid because he wasn't talking, he just sat digging in the sand as happy as he could be. They got pissed off and started throwing shit at him. It was at a softball game 8 years ago, my parents used to play with a bunch of friends. I was watching my Dad at base and my mom was out in the field, and the only witness to this act of cruelty was tied up in the stands (with her playmate and 15 feet of leash mind you). Tessa actually managed to break her leash when she charged at these boys. Her barking and howling directed all our attention to her chasing the boys, and she never touched them, only scared them senseless. After she was satisfied that that they were a safe distance from my 5 year old kid brother she went over and sat down by him.
The one thing I can't get over with Tessa though is how gentle she is, how much she loves children. My aunt used to spend a lot of her time over here with my mother after she gave birth to her daughter. Tess would just sit in patient awe when the newborn was in the crib we had set up for her. When my Aunt Penny held her, Tessa would sit by her side, attention fixed on every action of this baby. If Shaylene was upstairs in my room, Tessa would lay down by the door and if she let out the tiniest cry of distress, Tessa was downstairs in a second to get Penny. She also only would let Penny in the room willingly. She was always reluctant to let my mom or myself in there when Shay was sleeping. If you were anyone else there was no way she would move.
I love this dog. She’s strong, she’s loyal, and she loves me unconditionally. She was extremely depressed when her arthritis became bad enough that she could no longer climb the stairs at night to my room. Whenever I was scared at night usually from waking up from a nightmare, it was almost as if she could sense it and would somehow be there when I woke up.
I love my mornings with her. I used to make her breakfast religiously now sadly I only find the time to do it on Thursdays and weekends. I love that although she’s obviously not intelligent enough to understand what it is that I’m saying to her, she can sense the emotion, whether its love, shame, guilt, or sadness she always responded to that. That means a lot to me.
There are few things that compare to how much I care about Tessa. She’s wonderful, tough as nails, and is a massive part of my childhood, and she's incredible cute.
And, I talked to my family today. I had some convincing to do.
Because I love her, she's going to get an awesome day. She'll be getting a nice brushing, a wonderful bath, some quality scratching and loving time. Then at 4:45 this afternoon she'll be put down, and her suffering will be over.
I’m not sad..I don’t know what I am. But I want this for her.