Sep 21, 2007 12:28
The job at the surveying office did get me a close friend, who when I first met him had a rottweiler called Ville. I have always been afraid of dogs, but Ville taught me that I only should have respect of an unknown dog and not be afraid of it. Ville had unfortunately be put to sleep when he was nine years old, because of illness. A male rottweiler doesn’t get more than eight to ten years.
But it didn’t take long until my friend decided to get another rottis from the same kennel. Also a male one that we named Sigge. I’m not part owner of Sigge; he lives with my friend but we still consider Sigge to be my dog too; I’m his “female little-owner” (lillmatte). That’s because I’m involved a big deal in Sigge; I was there when my friend got Sigge 500 kilometres from where we live, I was there when they did x-ray on elbows and hips of Sigge, I was there both times when they checked the mental status of Sigge, I was there all six times when Sigge entered shows and I was his handler three of those times. I have even travelled on a bus with Sigge twice just to get him used to buses and the last thing we did was when we took Sigge with us on a small boat. That was exciting! Sigge even had his own life jacket! *proud*
Sigge also has an older “female-owner”, who is mom to my friend. She is 84 years old and she used to take a walk with Sigge during the day before my friend got retired a year ago. That’s quite a sight; watching an elderly woman with a rottweiler. :)
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