Hello 1 year old!

Puppy birthday party! Moses and Vahan playing in the snow together in my backyard. There is nothing better than a little rottweiler madness to lighten the heart for the holidays. 

A girl, Rottweiler, Dog Park

Moses and I have many activities that we participate in together. We go to work together, we sleep together, we cuddle together, we play ball together, I yell at him to stay out of the garbage (he complies ninety percent of the time), and we wrestle together.  He wakes me up in the morning (if I am running late) and we generally just enjoy each others presence ( that said he can be extremely aggravating). But the thing we enjoy the most is going to the dog park together.

Tanner Dog Park is a mere seven blocks up hill from my house. It is open year round and has flowing water and enough space to let your dog run off leash. While this does present problems such as aggressive dogs and fearful humans most of the people and animals that frequent the park are friendly and not judgemental. The parking lot is rather small so lots of people park along the road in the summer time.  This being said preps scene.
Now for characters; moses and I are in fact the main characters of this story. The side characters are a man, a woman, two Yorkshire Terriers and a man I have met more than once who's dog is a hyperactive husky.
For props.... it's just better if I tell you the story....

Now it's a snowy day a few weeks ago and Moses and I both agreed that going out in the snow is a far better option than going out into the heat. So i bundle up, while Moses bounds around, I put on my long johns, an under armor cold gear undershirt. Utes sweatpants (stolen from my human brother) and a sweatshirt are part of my attractive winter wear for the dogpark. I grab Mo's leash and a few treats (baggies are provided at the park) and we are off. When I get outside I feel how cold it is and decide that we will drive up to the park and enjoy the hike with the knowledge I have heated seata.
Moses and I get into my car. He takes the passenger seat and gives me the directions by tilting his head. turn right here no! Your other right! Wait you turned left this looks right?  Where are we going dog park? Dog park! All the while his tail fwaps (the cross between flap and thwack) against my leather seats.
I pull into the parking lot and luckily for me there is indeed a spot today. I park my car and watch as a man, his wife, and their two terriers begin to walk by. I open my door and step out. They both smile at me, sensing a strange kindred spirit as we are both driving small cars not suited to the weather.  Mine a VW Bug and theirs a Prius. I broke their smiles a few seconds later as my a hundred and ten pound one year old rottweiler burst from the car. 
Another man, a regular at the park and someone I chat to often started chuckling
."I didn't know you drove a bug." He says holding his little female husky back from trying to pounce on Moses.
"Of course," I snort,"it's in my color"
He's shaking almost as much as his dog is. The two Yorkies at this point in time realize that the black monstrosity that exitted the green car is, in fact, another dog. They begin to make that strange high pitched sound, that people claim is barking, at Moses. The couples eyes are wide as they walk past Mo who, due to some quirk in his personality, proceeds to try and stomp on the closest Yorkies head.
"Moses no!" I say too late as the paw comes down. And the little dog yelps and shuts up. The other Yorkie continues, Moses tilts his head then looks up at me. What is that things problem? And why did the short one take the other friend away?  Did it do something?
The woman scoops up the dazed Yorkie and leaves the other one to commence with its chatter. Her husband also burst out laughing (my male friend with the husky is now in death throws, trying not to suffocate himself or his dog).

Can I get out now? 

How about now? 

"He didn't try to bite her." The husband told his wife and grinned at me.
"He wouldn't, " I said smiling an unsure grin, "he just wants to step on little dogs heads."
"Why is that?" Asked the man.
I explained that my aunties have two small dogs. One aunt  has a midget of a Jack Russell terrier who is nine or so years old and the other auntie has a chihuahua and neither of them are very nice to Moses.
"He's such a pushover," I say, "he doesn't know when someone is being aggressive or he just doesn't care. We've been attacked twice and he's nice enough mannered to hold his head up and back up towards me."
The woman put the dazed dog down, "so he's not mean?"
My friend, the cackler, says, "Moses has been trounced before and has never fought back. He doesn't even realize that if he tried he could clean the other dogs clock."
I grandstand and wave my hands as jazz fingers, "My dog everyone."

I had fun at the park. Now sleep.

A girl, a rottweiler,destruction

The stuff Moses has destroyed in our backyard...

He feels no remorse.

A girl, rottweiler,and rain

While there are many dogs out there that  love water, the Rottweiler is not one of them. Rottweilers do not have the want to be wet gene  that many other dog breeds have. but as I have said before, Moses is not a stereotypical Rottweiler.

Moses believes that all wet and all water is good. This causes problems as he likes to drag rain,snow, ice, water, through the backdoor into the kitchen through the living room and up to his throne.

Moses when it snows goes from being a mild mannered, sleepy airhead, to a typhoon of horrible manners and strange activities.  He also becomes like this after a bath and if it is windy.

Moses will ask to be let outside in the snow, rain, wind etc. And for a brief time (at least twenty minutes) all will be quiet. There will be not barking, no growling, no trampling through the house just peaceful bliss.

Then the horror begins. It starts with either a scratching at the door or a pounding on the glass. You hope desperately it is the scratching for that means that you will just have to stand there as he drags his toys in and out. However pounding is a different matter.

Pound. Pound. Pound.
My mother looks at the door.
Let me in! Look what I have!
"Moses you can't bring the croquet mallet in the house."
Pound. Pound.
My mother goes out and takes the croquet mallet from him and puts it back with the others, "No."
"He'll jus t go get it again." I say.
Pound.pound
Let me in! It's not a croquet mallet!
"Where did he get the snow shovel?" I go outside put the shovel away and forget to shut the door. At this exact moment Moses races indoors holding a croquet mallet in his mouth.
Which leads to a chase. Which leads to two very grumpy women .

Girl,rottweiler, disappearance

So the other day I got home from work and called Moses name. There was no skittering of puppy feet there was onlu silence. This worried me because Moses is notorious for getting out of the back yard.  So i searched the house for him. I was about to give up and go outside and wander the a atreets for my dog when I heard what I like to call "moses dreams" from our guest bathroom. I walked in and this is what I found. 

Girl, Rottweiler, play date

Today,Vahan came over to play with Moses. For two whole hours on a sunny August afternoon. While watching the two I discovered something, Rottweilers don't really run around when they play. they much prefer to lay down and bite at each other.

Moses and Vahan are prime examples of Rottweiler play . Neither of them are ambitious enough to run the yard but both of them believe that it is a good thing that they can lay down in the shade and nip at each other. There are no longer bowling balls of fur , they are wrecking balls. Both puppies now weigh over 90 pounds , and Vahan is still a bit bigger,  but Moses is A barrel of muscle. This play date is more even than one would expect.

Vahan chomps down on Moses' leg, he pulls but to no avail. Moses neatly jump over the offender. Vahan does it again but this time Moses is prepared he leaps forward but his much bigger brother does the unthinkable. He dodges and uses a distraction technique, picking up a soccer ball and running with it. Moses tries to defend against the oncomming soccer attack but it takes up too much energy so he promptly lies down in the shade. Vahan seeinh how comfortable the shade looks also decides to lay down but with the soccer ball. It seems we have a stale mate folks.

I'll update you when it ends, if ever.

Girl, Rottweiler, list o warning

Top Ten Things People Dont warn you about when you purchase a Rottweiler. 



1. They are bed hogs. It doeskin matter if you train them off furniture eventually they find a way to be in your bed and kick you off in the same evening.

2. They release winds of death regularly with great accuracy. This causes several rooms to become caustic at once. There is no escape.

3. They are fantastic jumpers. At eight weeks old Moses jumped over a four foot baby gate, tumbled down the stairs and did it again just to prove he could. (We decided it was better to let him fall down the stairs instead of jumping then falling).

4. They eat everything. Doesn't matter if its food substances or building materials. Moses thinks its fair game.

5. Your Rottweiler puppy is the equivalent of a bulldozer don't be surprised when things get ruined.

6. They are stubborn as all get out. Smart enough to know how to behave and all the tricks. Stubborn enough to not follow directions.

7. They like to talk. Moses whines, to let you know how he feels that you left him alone for so long, and you should be sorry.

8. They like to bring you presents while you are trying to do something else just to show how much more important they are then homework, housework, cleaning, writing, etc. Moses likes to bring squeaky toys, sticks, dead things, orange peels, etc.

9. The garbage is not safe anywhere.

10. They absolutely adore sitting/leaning/sleeping on you. Like giant lap animals.