[Lola B Marie]

My last rottie girl,Therapy dog, would get a reward after a hard day. We would stop at Wendy's for a cheesburger no bun and a water. The person at the window, gave Sheena her bag which she proudly held then carried out of the car. She waited until we were inside then she would place the bag at my feet to be opened and served. She also carried the handle of her leash so she could walk herself. This was a one in a million rottweiler. She once even carried a treat to the mailman.