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A Day in the Life of a Rottweiler Male.
By Margaret Metcalfe
Part One
Well we are all know the public's view
of Rottweiler Males. A dangerous dog, vicious, dominating,
self centered, willful, hormonal, loud and basically
a handful. Well I thought I'd like to set some things
straight. I live with a pair of 'two footers', one is
18 months and the other is 4 years old, both females,
whom I believe are just as much egocentric, dominating,
bossy, loud and rough and amazingly the relationship
works between us four footers' and 'two footers.
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Just let me give you an example of an ordinary day.
The day begins with a morning stretch, a yawn and lifting
of the leg over everything that stays still long enough,
then the usual morning sabotage gets under way. Maps
are drawn and the strategies are planned. This morning
I've done one at the end of the slide and another under
the swing set and another in the newly planted lawn,
just to annoy them.
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Then it's time to start banging on the children's bedroom
windows and the back door just to remind them I have been
out here all night and I am starting to feel like a dog!.
Finally they throw me the toast scraps and cereal slops, and
at 9 am the rear door is Flung open at a tremendous speed
and the 'two footers' are set free.
Their first target is my water bowl. Their dolls are bathed
and then it usually becomes a cooking pot for leaf, rock and
sand stew, YUK! So if I happen to get thirsty between 9 and
10 am, I just have to pray to god it rains! But revenge is
near, because the next activity is a swing and slide, which
is normally followed by a shoe scrapping exercise and the
poop-a-scooping begins a little late again.
As the morning passes and the afternoon sun shines, I usually
find a cool, shady spot in the 'two footers' sandpit. This
always ends up in a golden Retriever Look-a-like competition
as I have my head covered in golden beach sand. I always stay
there as the truth be known I quite fancy myself as a golden
retriever.
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"Lets play school", is the next game for
the day. The 4 year old dons a bum bag and fills it
with broken biscuits, a correction chain and lead are
placed on rather roughly and then the fun begins. Drop,
sit, come and stay are enforced with a high pitched
sound and basically the smartest thing to do is DO IT!,
or suffer a bop or yell and I would rather keep my ears
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After my obedient effort the food bin is opened and I am
in for a treat, that usually turns to torture. A few bits
of dry goes down well, but what happens is they usually continually
fill up my dinner bowl and expect me to finish the contents,
and if I do not the rest of the day I am slowly force fed
the remainder.
The newly acquired swing set proves to be a problem also.
Besides it being an ideal spot to plant dog rocks, I've found
it rather difficult to a avoid those swinging feet and I am
sure by the end of the week I'll have shoe impressions firmly
embedded between my ears. I'll need to study this one!.
Daily grooming usually takes place about 3 pm, the 'two
footers' enjoy taking part in the brushing and combing, except
every now and then they use the spiked side of the brush and
it is rather painful on your head, muzzle and other unmentionable
parts. Thank goodness they can' t operate the nail trimmers
yet!. The story does not end here, there are many things I
could report. There are the times my teeth are brushed, I
am sat on, locked in the cubby house, still wearing a dolls
bib, prodded by pretend Vets and have you ever had a cold
stethoscope placed on you know where! OOCH!
Through all this torture I must remind my self that a Rottweiler
has a calm stable temperament and that children are to be
tolerated as they do not quite have the intelligence of a
Rottweiler !!!!
Written by Margaret Metacalfe on behalf of Bronson Metcalfe.
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