Rommel

The Road had a guest post from Felka. She's a very intelligent dog that has mastered calculus and is a good judge of morals and character. Apparently, she caught the big man doing something repulsive to her watering hole.

When I read that, I recalled a similar event that happened to me when I was just newly married. Norm and I decided to get a dog. You know most newly weds will get an animal to test out prior to actually having kids. I mean, this is a relatively short-term situation to childcare. If you can’t take of a dog or a cat, how on Earth will you take care of child? Anyways, I’m digressing.

We got our first dog just the winter of our first year of marriage. Norm and I had different opinions as to what kind of dog to get, the only thing that we did agree was that it was going to be a larger breed. We thought that if you’re going to get a small dog, you might as well get a cat. We eventually agreed on a Rottweiler. We thought this breed was perfect for us, as the breed is known as a “calm and self-confident dog, which has an inherent desire to protect home and family. He is an intelligent and highly trainable dog. Because of his size and strength, it is imperative that he receive proper socialization and obedience training from an early age.”

We eventually bought a dog from a breeder and were very pleased with him. Now you need to know that Rottweilers were originally bread by the Roman army as cattle dogs. They were also known as tremendous guard dogs and loyal companions. Therefore, Von Becks Rommel’s Blitz (or better known as Rommel) had a habit of trying to “herd” Norm and me into the same room. If we were apart, he would come to one of us and nudge us so that we would be together.

It just so happened that on one occasion, I went to the bathroom to relieve myself. There I stood unzipping my fly when Rommel pushed the bathroom door opened and was watching me. I tried to shoe him out but he wasn’t going anywhere… in fact he walked over and stood next to me trying to herd me back together with my wife. I (obviously wasn’t going anywhere) so I started to relieve myself. He looked up at me, then down into the bowl, and stuck his head into the bowl. He wasn’t trying to drink from it, but I had no clear shot passed his head so the back of his head I hit. I hurt myself stopping… you men know what I mean, and laughed out load and Rommel raised his head and realized that his head was wet started shaking his head violently trying to dry it.

Needless to say, he got a bath that day and the bathroom got a cleaning.