Short of the whole "tailored clothes" thing...meet the gang.
Levon-The Gentle Alpha
My very first dog! Can I even tell you how excited I was! I had been waiting for the moment when I could have my dog my whole life. I'd been working with dogs for years, read every book out there, planned what breed I was going to get and what I would name it. I drove 5 hours, one way, to get him. My family waited at home, excited to meet the "dog". I guess my mom was expecting me to walk in with a cute little Golden Retriever or Labrador puppy. Needless to say they wre a little shocked when I walked through the door with a 3 month old, 40 pound black and tan puppy. A Rottweiler to be exact.
Levon is perfection in dog form. He is handsome, smart and kind. I would trust this dog with my life. He loves everyone, kids, dogs, cats...you name it. He truly is an ambassador for Rottweilers everywhere. Mook.
Daniel- The Velcro Dog
My second dog was not a planned one. A good friend of mine's mother passed away on Easter weekend of 2007, and she was a BYB of German Shepherds. My friend, her brother and sister had to find a
place to keep these dogs over the Easter weekend while the shelters were closed. All of the dogs were used to living outside, and most of them were dangerously unsocialized. I agreed to take the smallest of them for the weekend.Turns out the smallest one was a little mixed breed. One of the Shepherds had an affair with the neighbours Beagle, and Lil'Man was the result. There is a long and complicated story behind him, so I'll pass on it for today. Needless to say, he stayed. I changed his name to Daniel (Dan), and he's been golden ever since.
Loeke- My Old Man
Old dogs, like old shoes, are comfortable. They might be a bit out of shape and a little worn around the edges, but they fit well." - Bonnie Wilcox 'Old Dogs, Old Friends'
Little Jeanie- Getting better with Age
Jeanie is a small, sausage shaped Beagle x Basset Hound. She was originally from a shelter in Ohio, and was transported up here to a private rescue in Mississauga, and was then adopted by a friend of mine (the same one who's mother owner Daniel). About two weeks after this friend adopted her she committed suicide. In her note she asked me to take care of "Angel", and so dog #4 came into my life. Most peopl
e don't know that version of the story, I normally just say she was adopted from a rescue.She was a horror. She barked non-stop, peed all over the house, destroyed everything and constantly ran away. I have never wanted to kill an animal so much in my life as I did Jeanie in that first year. At some point she calmed down, and at some point I fell in love with her. She's 2.
Bram- Satan Bernard
What is it about these dogs that makes people flock towards them? I have been asked to rent him out for someones family Christmas photos, asked to breed him, asked to sell him and chased down the street by children yelling "Beethoven!". Too bad they haven't seen "Cujo" yet, that is a much better representation of this dog.
I was tricked into taking Bram (then Max) by my friends sister. She was supposed to be working in England on contract for a few months and needed someone to take care of her "little brown and white fluffy puppy". I agreed to do it, as I do a bit of dog-sitting on the side. I had to pick him up at the train station and bring him home. When I arrived there I was not greeted with the little fuzzball I was expecting, but rather an 8 month old maniacal St. Berna
rd. Two days later I recieved a phone call from her simply stating "He's your problem now". And what a problem he's been. I've had him for over a year now and he's just finally gotten somewhat house trained, he's super agressive and just plain dumb. Despite it all I've grown to love the little booger.
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