I lived with family that had a female rottweiler. She died and later we ended up with one of our own. They were just alike, though they never met.
Once they had a litter they were the best dogs I've ever seen.
My cousin and I canoed out into the middle of the pond with my sister and my 1yo nephew, well the rott didn't like that. She barked at the shore until she had enough, then she jumped in to come get us. It wasn't much of a pond. My cousin hadn't flipped the pull rope into the canoe, and she found it and drug us back to the shore. (That was the first rott.)
My rott was the same way, protective about kids. Once my (now older) nephew got stung by a bee and screamed bloody murder. She was trying to get him drug up to the house I guess. Herding instinct. She shredded the nylon track suit he was wearing, trying to drag him to the house. It took us a minute to figure out what had happened!
Both of them would turn sticks into toothpicks and shred golfballs. When kids were playing, digging in the dirt or whatever, they would sit about two feet behind the kid, on their haunches. Just watching, guarding.
They were good all around. If you go read the Wikipedia listing describing the ideal Rottweiler temperament, that actually describes the Rott I had perfectly. She died at 13.
The other rott was the same way obviously.
Once they had a litter they were the best dogs I've ever seen.
My cousin and I canoed out into the middle of the pond with my sister and my 1yo nephew, well the rott didn't like that. She barked at the shore until she had enough, then she jumped in to come get us. It wasn't much of a pond. My cousin hadn't flipped the pull rope into the canoe, and she found it and drug us back to the shore. (That was the first rott.)
My rott was the same way, protective about kids. Once my (now older) nephew got stung by a bee and screamed bloody murder. She was trying to get him drug up to the house I guess. Herding instinct. She shredded the nylon track suit he was wearing, trying to drag him to the house. It took us a minute to figure out what had happened!
Both of them would turn sticks into toothpicks and shred golfballs. When kids were playing, digging in the dirt or whatever, they would sit about two feet behind the kid, on their haunches. Just watching, guarding.
They were good all around. If you go read the Wikipedia listing describing the ideal Rottweiler temperament, that actually describes the Rott I had perfectly. She died at 13.
The other rott was the same way obviously.
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