We’ve all heard the horror stories about Rottweilers mauling children, other dogs and the like, so I’d like to share our experience with a big, strong, harmless female Rottweiler named Sasha.
We picked Sasha out as a 9 week-old puppy from a breeder called Kimbertal Kennels. They were great people and after hearing about the fact that we had to put down our previous male mix which we got at North Shore Animal League, they brought out this massive Male. Jolly Roger was his name. He was 151 lbs of muscle and scared me to death. Never judge the book is what I learned, for he was gentle and kind- the type of dog you want sitting next to you for hours with his head on your lap. Sasha was his daughter and thankfully, was a chip-off-the-old-block! The breeder said “go ahead, pet him.. ” which I did reluctantly, but Jolly Roger paid me no mind and I became more comfortable. They explained that you want a dog that you can do anything to(within reason of course) and it will not react negatively.. I sat in awe as they opened his mouth, flopped his ears, even covered his eyes. “Amazing”, I thought… But it was a function of breeding and training. This was a sound dog.
Sasha grew to be 125 lbs by the time she was a year old and we learned that Rottweilers don’t reach adulthood until about three. She had plenty of feist in her, but not a single time did she get out of line with a family member or friend. Sasha played with our oldest daughter so gently, you couldn’t believe it was possible and no matter what Sharon did to her, Sasha never so much as raised her voice. Sasha had this really deep growl that was her way of communicating with you. No teeth mind you, just a low growl. It was her way of getting our attention if we chose to ignore her and I miss it terribly. She contracted nose cancer of all things at age 7.5 and we had to put her down rather quickly. If cloning was around then, I would have paid $30,000 for another of her. She was that good. She made believers out of the worst skeptics with her big smile and warm heart. All Sasha needed to do was lean on you and you could just sense her power, yet she never abused it. God do I miss her.
So if you’re considering a Rottweiler, I would say this to you: