For as long as I’ve known my husband, he has wanted a Rottweiler. I remember him mentioning ‘rotties’ when we were dating in college and again when we talked about getting our first dog, a golden retriever named Holly. I have owned many dogs in my life, usually two at a time, and find I am partial to goldens, but never this particular breed. Until now. Yes, just a month after saying goodbye to our golden Henry, my husband found a Rottweiler breeder, did his research, and brought home a new puppy. While we are all for adopting animals from the humane society, we felt with a breed that can be aggressive (although all animals can be) and one that will be 100 pounds or more, it was important we know the health and genetics of its parents and that we train it from the beginning. After perusing lists of German dog names, we settled on Roxy. Truth be told hubby had started calling her that before she even came home so it seemed only right. She is all puppy right now. Boundless energy, razor sharp teeth, insatiable appetite, endless curiosity, and a supreme snuggler. Our cocker spaniel Sadie is warming to her but will most certainly lose the alpha female role here shortly. I know I’m probably supposed to be the alpha female but I’m too much of a softie. Hubs is doing the majority of the puppy ‘work.’ That was our deal. Losing Henry was financially and emotionally draining and I wasn’t fully up to this but I love the man and we love dogs so… here we are. In just two weeks since she joined our family, she’s gained 4 pounds,
2 neighborhood doggy friends,
about 100 toys (I have a problem),
and a sister whom she will outgrow in probably two more weeks.
I already can’t imagine our lives without her. Dammit, hubby was right.