Girl, Rottweiler, and Meeting

We weren't planning on getting a puppy. Well, most of our lives had not gone as planned at this point, my parents were going through rough times, my long term boyfriend had just broken up with me, and my previous dog (a wheaten terrier named Sammi) had just passed away. So puppy? Whose grand idea was that?

My aunts.  

My mother had been in love with rottweilers before I even existed  Starting with a Rottweiler named Molly-dog. Molly-dog was four or so when I was born. She would sit by my cradle, wait until I made a sound then race to the other room to inform my parents that I, the baby, was needing help and they darn well better provide. That's what I assume she said. So as a child I was raised by a Rottweiler. She would let me ride her, brush her with toothpaste (which was tasty fun for the both of us), and protect me from the alligators (thanks Peter Pan for that irrational fear, i lived in Montana). So throughout my short life of twenty two years, I have always been under the impression that Rottweilers were my people. But that didn't explain why we were going to see Rottweiler puppies. 

I'm taking you back to a time several months ago before Moses, before the coffee shop, back to an almost legendary time of November. When my mother's birthday was coming up. 

My aunties, Michelle and Tracie, have these wonderful ideas. Such was the case of the Rottweiler puppy. My mother (in passing), had mentioned how she would love to have a Rottie again and my aunt Michelle quickly jumped on the idea to add another dog to the family. Michelle started researching breeders within reasonable driving distance and poof! There was one not far away, Siesta Creek Rottweilers, who had just had two litters of puppies. My mother said she would wait until summer, before she would seriously think about one. My aunt Michelle replied with, "But, if you don't get him this winter he wont be able to hike with us during the summer."

Thus it was sealed, we were going to look at puppies, but not to buy one, just to look. 

We all hopped into my Auntie's bright red hummer, and were off to see the breeder we had picked out. Driving took us the grand total of fifty minutes, due to the small fact we got lost. When we got there we were greeted by a pretty rottweiler named Lola, Lola was the mother of the first litter of puppies. We followed the breeder out to the barn to look at all of the babies. There were seven boys and two girls in the first litter, and and not a bad looking puppy in the group. You hear about breeders who don't put much work into their dogs but this breeder had obviously put a ton of effort into breeding the perfect Rottweiler.  Each puppy raced out to meet us from the barn. Their first time outside in the snow had us four women scrambling to hug every puppy. I fell in love with a little female puppy, obviously the smallest in the litter, she just wanted to cuddle but my mother (being frugal) said we were here to look at another puppy. The little puppy we had decided (if we were going to get a puppy, but we weren't) would be named Moses. Now, never name the animal when your not planning on buying said animal, it sets you up for investment.

Moses, a little chub chub, of seven weeks, had a little orange piece of tie line around his neck. He was unmistakably in love with my mother from first sight, following her around like a duckling. We called him over   with "Moses" (first non-purchasing mistake) and it was the sweetest loppy puppy gait anyone had ever seen. Picking him up we cuddled him, and made eye contact (mistake two). Moses had a recessive trait where he had four little white hairs on his chest, making him "puppy quality" not "breeding quality". Mother, my aunties, and I all fell in love with the strapping young man before us. But remember we're not buying a puppy.
All the way home my mother insisted we weren't getting a puppy. This lasted seven days, and a good many text messages.

Mother texted all her friends, family, and contacts. Hoping that someone would tell her it was a terrible idea. Sadly (fortunately for my brother and I ), the majority vote swung the other direction. My mother, who is generally a conformist, was adequately swayed.
We bought the puppy.