I am finally ready to have a new dog. My mother raised Rottweilers. When she died, there was one left, NeNe. I bought NeNe for her several years earlier as a companion for her big baby Barkley, and to start a new breeding program. This was before the breast cancer, the loss of her leg to diabetes, before becoming a widow, and before lung cancer finally took her.
Barkley accidentally hung himself, one Halloween, when kids were throwing fireworks over our double fences. I literally had to fight that dog to get near my mother. He was her big baby, bodyguard, and the most silent dog I have ever met. She got him for her birthday, the week after she let me leave home for college. I came home that summer, to find a 90lb puppy sleeping on my bed in my bedroom, which he had claimed as his own. We fought for weeks. I would wake up to him sitting on my bed, drooling on my head. I would go to hug my mother and he would freak out. I eventually was forced to actually bite him, on the ears. I also introduced him to hamburgers, riding on the back of a truck, and swimming on the beach. He still preferred my mother to me, but he was willing to listen to reason.
NeNe, I got my mom from my first month's wages, from my first real job after graduating college. We spoiled the hell out of her. She had all pink accessories, and her own pink pen. She was playful, very submissive, and boy crazy. She would chase after any male dog she came in contact with. We could never get her successfully mated. She survived my mother by two years. Only recently dieing of old age, she was 11 years old. When my mom died, I was unable to take care of a dog. So I spent real money building a fenced compound, designer dog house, and playground at my brother's house, so that he could keep her.
I am still not able to keep such a large breed of dog, but I am ready to have a new dog. I did not think that I could bring myself to open up to another pet ever again. Enough time has past, and I think I am ready for new mutt companion. We will be getting a house, with a yard soon. Anybody who has seen the city of Baltimore, understands what I mean about a house with a yard. So I am think a new Rottweiler?