Girl, Rottweiler, Children's Books

I have known about the children's books about Rottweiler's since I was a child with "Good Dog Carl" being my absolute favorite (and still is). I remember hugging my Rottweiler Molly as my mom would flip through the pages and say "The little girl looks like you". So today I felt like sharing a list of children's books about Rottweilers.
Here it is my list of Children's/ picture books about the Rottweiler.

1. Good Dog Carl by Alexandra Day (my first rottie book. And most people ask if Mo is the same type of dog.)
2. Puppy Trouble by Alexandra Day (really who doesnt love rottie puppies?)
3. ...... Anything else by Alexandra Day (no this is not a book title it really just is Alexandra Day has a coin on Rottweiler picture books so read anything by her)
4. Max Goes to the Moon by Jeffery O Bennett (found it in the library while trying to find something to post about)
5. Max Goes to Mars by Jeffery O Bennett (found on amazon while searching for Max Goes to the Moon)
6. My Dog Rosie by Isabelle Harper
7. Carl and the Puppies by Alexandra Day ( I know I wasnt going to put more of hers on the list but this isnt a picture book, it's a young reader)
8. Rottweilers are the best by Elaine Landau (or something like that... I have no idea about her last name.

Hopefully this will tide you over for the next installment about Mo!

Girl, Rottweiler, Embarrassment

Why I wear t-shirt?

So, I haven't posted anything about Moses for awhile. Partially due to laziness and partially due to the huge embarrassment he has been for the last ten days. I mean really really not pretty.
So Moses got neutered twelve days ago and wore an obnoxious plastic 20 inch cone. A cone so fearsome that moving past Moses caused you to collide into cabinets, get bruises as he pushed you down the stairs, and make sure that you had to either jump out of the way, or brace yourself. Ideally it was best to wear long pants in the presence  of the cone of peril, this thing was way beyond the cone of shame. He only wore the cone for six days but those six days came with an interesting plot twist.
A smell.
A terrifying smell.
A dark powerful essence wafting through the air.
Sweet sticky sickening.
And my mother being the good parent discovered a stiff unknown substance on his neck. Initially she thought it was pitch, a chemical, being dipped in the bog of eternal stench. So she set out to remove the wonderful goo from poor Moses' already en-coned neck.
My mother started out with just plain water, cold and hot. Neither worked
Dish soap? Nope.
Curry Comb? Nope, Moses snarled at her as she pulled some fur out.
Hoping it would go away she left it for twenty four hours.
The next day the quantity of the dried honey like substance had multiplied  My mother pulled up her britches, put her serious face on, and went into the garage searching for the miracle worker goo-gone. (Thank god she didn't choose turpentine)
The substance of unknown origin was goo gone resistant  As a child she recalled she could remove pitch from her hands and feet using butter or peanut butter. The small experimental section didn't seem to go away.
She rinsed washed and repeated.

Easier than drinking with cone. 

Being an emergency room nurse in a former life, she began to think there was probably was a explanation for it so she ran it by a pediatrician friend, who happens to own a chocolate lab.
"Hot spot!" Said the pediatrician.
Which activated my mother's maternal instinct and she called the vet clinic demanding to be seen that day or she was going to change her patronage. (She obviously felt guilty)
On initial examination, the vet couldn't see anything through Moses previously healthy coat. However when they shaved a 6 in by 12 in swatch they found a significant Hot Spot.
Now hot-spots are caused by moisture accumulating in the folds of skin, Moses being an adolescent Rottweiler who is never kenneled and seldom left alone, reacts to being in a kennel by drooling profusely. One neutering  eight hours in the vet kennel, drooling, plastic cone, all of this equals a petri dish that is a force to be reckoned with.
So now Cone head Moses also has to wear a t-shirt, as well as is required to stay dry, not lick or scratch, take antibiotics orally, have the antibiotic ointment applied twice a day, steer clear of other dogs, while ideally not wearing the cone of shame and being supervised. That supervision is to prevent scratching his chest area, licking his iv site or his newly neutered scrotum.
Needless to say, Moses was not very happy with us. For the next week he would not come when my mother called. Actually he quiet often went the other way, or hid in a closet, anticipating that she was going to come to hurt him one more time. Or maybe it was a diabolical scheme to scratch without intervention. But either way he hid.
Now Moses' trust issues are mostly fixed and he can make appearance at the coffee shop again (without looking like he has leprosy).
We are pleased to report, hot-spot is 98% gone, scrotum has healed nicely, and he has some hair growth on the bare chest of his. We think he'll be no worse for the wear.
My mother on the other hand is traumatized.

My mom bought me a ball to say sorry. Not forgiven yet. 

Girl, Rottweiler, Q and A 2

Now Moses and I have decided to start answering questions about Rottweilers, Espresso, and other things that are commonly asked of bloggers  (neither of us knows what this means so we are working on it). Moses will answer to the best of his little puppy ability, and I will answer as a Rottweiler geek. All questions are considered (within reasonable boundaries) and if I can't answer them I will come up with a clever answer that can be debated by scientists for years on what it's purpose is. All answers are my own personal opinions, or Moses' and are from our experiences  They are in no way affiliated with the coffee shop, the Humane Society of the United States, or any other organization or peoples who know more then we do. Just type a question into the comment boxes, and I will try to respond within the two week time period that Moses is superimposing on me.
Second Question: I heard Rottweilers are hard to train, are they?

Kbgroot: Well no, but yes? Moses was very easy to train. So yes he was easy to train. Will he obey his training? Depends on how he feels at the time. Moses can sit, lie down, roll over, stay, and come. He does these things most successfully with treats. If you dont have a treat the likelihood that he will do these things is next to none. He is stubborn and thinks his own way is the best way (think a teenager) we are hoping that when he hits two he will be a obedient adult. Cheers to dreaming!

Moses: *Blank look* I follow food, not directions.

Girl, Rottweiler, List

Found something delicious!

Now as many dog owners know, food is one of the best ways to get said dogs attention. Moses (stereotypical rottweiler that he is) enjoys nothing else then chewing and swallowing whatever is in his path. While this means that the puppy never goes hungry it also means he smells terrible for days. Releasing what we owners call "the winds of death" from his backside and aiding global warming. Moses being a Rottweiler had the fault of eating everything.
We will start a list.
Top 20 things Rottweiler puppies eat!
1. My roommates empty chip bag. Left in her garbage
2. Empty sushi container
3. Building materials - concrete is a favorite of the Rottweiler puppy shorty followed by drywall
4. Dead things - haven't found many yet, but the dead bird in the backyard added so much wonder.
5. Rotten Grapes - from the backyard.
6. Basketball shells - we were extremely displeased with this as it meant I had to by a new basket ball.
7. Plants - oh my the plants! Drag them through the house set them on the bed, drag the dirt through the hall. So fun it is
8. Brother's old shoes - Not my shoes, not my mother's shoes, but my brothers shoe. They must have a distinct smell.
9. Tissue paper - absconded with from the garbage, normally distributed in itty-bitty pieces throughout the bathroom.
10. Toilet paper rolls - chewed into gerbil sized confetti
11. Tangerines - we are not sure how or why but stolen from the neighbors kitchen and inhaled so we could not get it back.
12. Pine cones - another quandary into the how and whys? Where was another reason here as it was apparently in our basement where he could get it.
13. Stuffed animals - none are safe, the amputees limbs are found in the most interesting places, their innards flung throughout the living room
14. Sticks - while most dogs chew sticks, Mo feels it is best that he not even let the stick try and get away.
15. Tennis balls- I think it used to be a ball, I'm not sure though.
16. Cardboard boxes- the bane of any existence  the worlds most fearsome foe, the only thing standing between a puppy and conquering the world! Torn to shreds in self defense.
17. Plastic Flower pots- make a great crinkling noise when they are torn to bits and hidden in the backyard.
18. My Volleyball - making me very angry, apparently being hit with said volleyball four times causes it to be an enemy that must be destroyed.
19. Muffin Wrappers - found at the coffee shops trash can then distributed to the coffee shops floor adding an extra five minutes of work time for me as I try to sweep it up.
20. Duct Tape - the sticky side is just as fun as the silver side.... which means more mess

Moses chewing on shoe, Vahan laying down.

So many things for a puppy to destroy. In every puppy book they tell people to hide the wires, hide the chemicals, take the plants off the floor, to make sure the puppy could not get to anything that could give him problems. Those books obviously were dealing with less puppy genius than Moses, for no matter where you hide something he will find it and destroy it.

Girl, Rottweiler, Comparison

The first three pictures are what I like to call "The Evolution of Moses Sleeping on Red Couch"

 Mo at four months

Mo at Six Months

Mo at Seven Months

The Next Set of Four is what I call "The Evolution of Mo Sleeping on My Bed" I like this set best as it describes the human male journey from child to teenager...

 Mo at Two months

 Mo at four months

 Mo at six months

 Mo at six months ten seconds later...

This next collection is the most varied of the four collections... I call it "Mo sleeping on the floor".

 Mo at four months

 Mo at six months

The final Collection of pictures is "Baby Moses!"

Sorry it wasn't a story today, but I hope you enjoyed the pictures of Moses! 

Girl, Rottweiler, Bath

Bath's are peaceful. But today I learned something, and I would like to share it with you as a math equation.
Moses + Bathroom + Me in bath = bruises and wet dog.

Looks Yummy! I try?

The bathroom in the house I live in is orange, not a burnt orange, no that color that is somewhere between neon and tangerine. It was obviously decorated with multipatterned dragonflies in lime and hot pink. The ugly white tile screams up at one while that person glances with loathing down at the dirt. There is two sinks and across from them is the bathtub. The bathtub is absurdly large for a basement bathroom, more of something seen in larger houses. It has jets and could easily fit a man of six feet.
Our story begins.
Getting home from the coffee shop means three things to my wonderful female self: One is a bath. Two is sleep, Three is food. Now as obviously I do not eat in my sleep in means most often I forgo number three. Parking my Volkswagen Beetle is a snap and getting Moses out of the car always seems to slow me down on the way to the delicious hot water that will ease my feet and make me feel human again. I drag Moses to the gate as he begs to go see the next door neighbors dogs, open the gate, let him off leash, and watch as he mopes for a mere forty five seconds.
Entering the house through the backdoor it's a straight shot down the stairs from the door, turning right twice I enter the bathroom.
Stripping takes no time at all, I have perfected what I like to call "Turn on water with foot while taking off shirt maneuver" Bath's are that wonderful.
Moses enters the bathroom with me and lays down on that ever increasing pile of laundry (less big now I have a roommate).
I have never tested my bathwater like I test my shower water, so I launch myself into the bathtub and hop out with a burnt foot. Obviously the water needs to cool some.
Moses laughs.
I growl at him.

I see you water! Water splashed! 

We turn back into our respective species and I wait for the water to get to the correct temperature. When it does I grin and step back into the most wonderful creation in all the world (besides Word programs).
As I sit down, the black master of stealth, manages to peak his head over the bathtub and stare at me.
What are you doing? Is it fun?
"Moses, dont you dare!" I need to stop thinking that dogs and humans can understand one another.
Moses gives me a patronizing look and he bounces. I cringe and close my eyes imagining my stomach being hit by 80 lbs of Rottweiler. The hit does not come. Whip whip whip SLLUUURRRPPP. I look up to see Moses with his paws dangling over the edge of the tub his face in the water. Normally he licks it from the faucet but today he felt like experimenting.
I glare, wasting the precious eye movement on a puppy yet again. I sigh and move my feet. I watch Moses suddenly hyper focus.
"What's wrong?" I move again
Moses' head follows my movment.
Experimentally, I whoosh my foot across the top of the water.
Moses swings his head back and forth noticing (I assume) what he believes is a drowning foot.
Everything happens instantly.

My phone on the sink vibrates, I pull my foot back, and Moses launches himself into the bathtub.
I cough and stare at the puppy, trying to pull my foot out of the water.
His nose is completly submerged and he is trying to get his head down far enough to eat my foot.
"What are you doing?"
Moses continues to face plant for my foot.
I sigh, bath's are not as peaceful as I remember.

Girl, Rottweiler, Q and A 1

Now Moses and I have decided to start answering questions about Rottweilers, Espresso, and other things that are commonly asked of bloggers  (neither of us knows what this means so we are working on it). Moses will answer to the best of his little puppy ability, and I will answer as a Rottweiler geek. All questions are considered (within reasonable boundaries) and if I can't answer them I will come up with a clever answer that can be debated by scientists for years on what it's purpose is. All answers are my own personal opinions, or Moses' and are from our experiences  They are in no way affiliated with the coffee shop, the humane society of the united states, or any other organization or peoples who know more then we do. Just type a question into the comment boxes, and I will try to respond within the two week time period that Moses is superimposing on me.

First Question Ever!   - Why is Moses always asleep in pictures?

Kbgroot Answer: He's vicious aggressive Rottweiler puppy with killer instincts, and razor sharp teeth made for destroying plush toys, beanie babies, and blankets. You try taking a picture of him awake. I have realized Moses is like an Xbox, he's either on playing for hours and hours, or he is asleep. 

Moses Answer: *SNORE*

For those of you who wanted more Moses stories, we will be back next week!