[Ckimba99]

Hey Everyone,



Good morning. I have very upsetting news, but yesterday was Rosco's last day on this earth. It was a great day though for him. We went on his favorite 2 miles walk on the bike path behind my condo, where there were cows, and all sorts of fun smells. And afterwards, we went over to Bob Gaileys K9 Training Ranch for the assessment, where he got to meet some new wildlfe he had never seen.

Bob made the assessment right off the bat. I began telling Bob Rosco's history, from birth till now. Every incident. Poor breeding, where I got him, from who, what happened when I had gotten Rosco, specific incidents at home, with family, other people outside, food aggression, and the latest incident with my friend, in my home as well. And, like I said, right away, he made the diagnosis. He began with telling me that first, and foremost, Rosco was poorly breeded, and has a genetic flaw. Which I can honeslty say, as hard as it is to admit, that's 100% true.

Let me give everyone some background information here.

The night I brought Rosco home from the airport, took him out of the crate in my living room, he was VERY shy of me, and skiddish. Not to the point where you would think he was terribly abused, but just to where he was very scared of other people, and you could tell this. Now, that's not a normal puppy behavior, and I knew this. Placed a call to my breeder, told him the situation, said it was because of vaccinations they had given him before the flight, or MAYBE it was even something on the plane, who knows. In any case, about a month later, I took him to my mothers home down South, where we had our family over. Everyone wanted to pet Rosco, of course because he was so adorable as a puppy, and when people tried to pet him, he immediately began squeeling like a pig, and urinating. His eyes would get very big, an strained, and he was just simply terrifed. Right at that moment, I knew there was an issue with my little boy. Something wasn't right, both chemically, and from where he came from.

In any case, after that, my diagnosis was also that he definitely needed socialization. So, the next 4 months, until he had his parvo shots. I took him to PetSmart, in the baby basket, and walked around the store for a good 1 every other day of the week. So people could pet him, and touch him, etc.

It came to a point to where when he was old enough to go to the dog park, he would be great. He would play wonderfully with dogs, let people touch him and pet him, sniff other people, it was a completely different dog then he was a few days ago. Although, I will add, he was still very scared and distrustful of others. When someone wanted to pet him, he would sort of shy away with his head, but would let the people do so.

So, after my friend died, around the time Rosco was 9 months, I just became laxidasical about continuing the socialization, and training. I have no friends here where I live, so noone ever came over, and for the next 5 months after that up to this point, is where he just grew into an overprotective animal, fearful and distrustful to everyone, and everything.

I blame myself partially, and I blame my breeder. That's it.

What it came down to was, sure, Bob gave me a wonderful plan, gave me a WONDERFUL discount on his boarding program, but... Sure, even if I were to take that time, spend that money, and work with my little guy to improvement... He just would never be a trustful dog. Around me, or around anyone else. And that is just a liability waiting to happen, a "statistic" if you will. And I, as a responsible pet owner, a responsible Rottweiler owner a responsible HUMAN, cannot put my dog, or other people in a potentially harmful situation.

Sure, I was considering calling Amanda, or even Bob and asking if they knew anyone who would enjoy him, with the experience to work with his situation, etc. But in reality, this dog wouldn't accept any other human being except for myself. Period. He was just wired wrong. That's it.

So, I will end it like that. Yesterday was the toughest day I've ever had, and putting my loved one down was the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. The good thing though, is that I had him heavily sedated before the injection, so he was snorring and sleeping when he was injected with the anestesia to pass away.

So, that's it. I've learned two very big lessons, amongst others. 1, I am far too young for a dog, let a lone a Rottweiler. 2, next time, when considering purchasing such a special breed, I need to do more research.



Thank you all, for all the advice. I wish you all well with your animals, and I really hope that one day, someone will run across with similar issues, and read my posts - So they possibly can prevent losing there loved ones.



Rest in Peace Rosco...I will always love you forever. 14 Months.