I Can Spell Rottweiler!
I did it! I learned how to spell Rottweiler. I couldn't find it in the dictionary but today in the newspaper, I saw an item about a dog biting a boy. I read the article and there was the word I didn't know how to spell. Rottweiler!
The dog was a pet. The boy was seven years old. He tried to lie down on the dog while the dog was chewing a bone. Big no-no for many dogs. I am sorry for the boy. It must have been a painful bite. I am sort of sorry for the dog. He didn't know how much he would hurt the boy.
Rusty seems to have a great deal of sense about who to be rough with and who to be gentle with. He is very smart. He's also very laid back about food. He will gently take food from a child's hand, -and mine, too, thank you very much. I don't think he'd ever lose it and bite a child, but I hover to make sure.
Owning a big dog is a responsibility not to be taken lightly. I'm afraid the boy will remember this traumatic experience all his life. I wouldn't want to own a Rottweiler.
Submitted by
NJ
at 3/24/2004 1:37:30 PM- That's great that she's not afraid of dogs now. One of our neighbors had a bad experience with a dog when he was a boy and he's frightened by big dogs still, though he doesn't like to let on that he is.
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My sister was biten on the cheek by a dog when she was very little. And although she will never forget that, she loves dogs. We got two small dogs only a couple of years later, after she begged and begged my parents for one.