Part of the family

by Cierra
(maryville Mo. )

When I was little my mom adopted a 2 year old Rottweiler from a humane society. They told her he had been beaten, so if she didn't take him he would more than likely be put down within the next few days.

So my mom being the animal lover she is went down right away to get him. When we got there I saw this HUGE goofy dog (bigger than me) jumping and running around everywhere.

I was reluctant to take him home, because he was so big and energetic. He kind of scared me, but we took him anyways.

His name was Rocky and we ended up keeping him for 14 years, which I guess is a REALLY long time for a rottweiler to live.

He got really protective over our family really quickly, and got spoiled even more quickly. When my sister and I would go to sleep, he would pace back and forth between our rooms checking on us throughout the night.

After we had Rocky for a few years I got "attacked" by another dog. The other dog was a pitt mix, and he liked to play too rough. I ended up getting too close, and he grabbed me and started rolling me around on the ground, and of course I was freaking out and crying.

The next thing I know my Rottweiler was attacking this poor dog thinking that he was trying to hurt me. When we finally got them apart my dogs front leg was torn up pretty bad. Not bad enough to have to take to the vet, but pretty bad.

He slept in my room with me for weeks after that, and even tried following me to school for a while, too.

My Rottie was the best dog I've ever had. He was smart, loyal, protective, and the sweetest dog I've ever seen.

Because of him I refuse to own any other kind of dog.