Girl, Rottweiler, injury

So I have noticed, most dogs, when a human of any sort is crying can't stand it and rush over to complete strangers without even realizing it. Looking, bumping, licking, these people because they know something is wrong. Moses is some kind of strange hybrid of these qualities. 

If I am depressed and crying, Moses lays down beside me, farts and rolls over the other direction. Now if anyone else is crying, Moses is an attentive friend, he nudges hands and links fingers and tries to sit on top of said sad person. But within the family? He could care less.

Which brings me to our walk two days ago.

My mother had gone skiing and I said Mo and I would go and walk the dog park. Note: we live in an environment with bushels of snow. That's right, bushels. I thought the dog park would be fine. So after stretching in bed for a few glorious moments, I looked at the large rottweiler on the bed and said the five most inspiring words in the history of creation,  "Do you want to go?"
Moses jumped of the bed and wagged his tail, tilting his head at just the correct angle to say, you said go. I want to go. Go now. Stop with socks. Let's go! Are we going in the car?  I love the car! Are we taking the leash? I love the leash! Are we going to the dog park? I love the dogpark!
At this point, dressed in my college sweat pants and an anime t-shirt, I pulled on my sneakers with Lieutenant gets-in-the-way. He weaved in and out of my legs best ad he could well I tried to climb the stairs.
After another moment or two or nine, my handsome friend and I traversed the back yard and driveway to my VW Bug. He hopped in and we were off on an adventure.

The four minute drive to the dog park (which is more like a short canyon hike), seemed excruciating for the puppy. He wagged his tail, panted, made the Big Dog stance at dogs on the street. I pulled into a parking spot and let him out.

That's when I noticed the sheet of ice below my feet. Three things went through my mind. 1. That's ice. 2. My rottweiler weighs 120 lbs. 3. Crap.

I felt Moses pull in excitement and my body skid across the ice. After using my butt and weight as anchors Mo eventually stopped. The bruising and bashing I felt just made me a little grumpy.
"Dum dum!" I screeched. 
Moses looked back at me, yes?
I stood up and tried, semi successfully, to reach my car door. Luckily for me, a nice man in the truck next to me slammed it for me. I looked at him in appreciation, "thanks!"
He grinned, "don't forget to lock it. And careful on your way down the hill."
I clicked the button and again, Moses and I were off.

But not very far.

At the beginning of the dog park there is a little trail and lots of trees and wouldn't you know ice, buckets, layers, blankets, of ice.
Moses, who Is normally quite good on a leash, pulled hard. I felt myself about to fall. And I made a split second decision. My face is more important then my hand.
I reached out and grabbed the first tree I could. Moses stopped and I swayed. The lurch hurt. I glared down at the dog who sensed my mood and turned away.  It was only the beginning of the walk and I had fallen on my butt once and now I was clinging to a spindly tree.

A women and her two male companions that were on the little trail behind me asked, "Are you alright?"

I laughed, "I'm fine!"

"You sure?"
"Yup, I got it," I pulled my hand off the tree and slid the rest of the way down the way. Moses kept giving me strange looks, we usually run this. Why aren't we running?

I glared down at the puppy, "you sir are completely useless."

He wagged his tail. Eventually we got to the off leash area and I let him off leash. And being the good dog that he is he moved to my left side and walked beside me for a bit. Just to make sure I was ok with him running off. He licked my hand, and I let out a little (okay) a big shriek as pain shot up my arm. He ran off like it was hilarious and I looked at my hand. My hand which I was pretty sure shouldn't have a stick in it. My hand that was bleeding profusely.
I stared at it. And clapped, "well doesn't that explain everything?"
Clapping hurt. Bad. I'm not saying I'm a highly intelligent individual.... i just loose my brain on occasion.
I pulled the stick out of my hand and cried, while my helpful little brother bounced around trying to play with any dog that came up the path. Several of those dogs, came up and loved on me. But not my dog.

Can I say I'm a little bitter?

A girl, a couch, and a rottweiler

So again I have procrastinated on writing this blog and again have some things to post. So as of currently, Moses and Vahan, are not currently allowed in the coffee shop because of the habit of being wrecking balls. However this does leave some entertainment for me at home.

This morning I woke up and got out of bed like every other day in preparation for work. I walked out of my room to be greeted by an unfamiliar sight. My dog sitting on the couch ( a couch that until recently was off limits to said puppy dog). Being a year old now, Moses is at the point where he knows the rules and chooses not to follow them. So i stood there for a few seconds and stared at the black blob on the couch.

I turned back into my room and grabbed my phone eager to take a photo to send to my wonderful mother and turned on the light ready to go. He looked up at me, his eyes glazed and I saw the thought pass through his brain. Click.  If I can't see her, then she can't see me. And I won't get kicked off the couch. Click.
Moses turned away from me and payed his head down perking one ear toward me. Click. Several pictures later I had the incriminating evidence against him. I promptly send my mother the text, "Your abused son, first thing in the morning."
My mother's response was, "he has such a hard life."

Moses agrees his life is difficult, indoor dog with a huge back yard, regular trips up the mountains and to the dogpark, and frequent play dates with his brother. His life is extremely difficult. 

Why you turn on light? 

You cant see me. 

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.