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Originally Posted by Cantankerous
i hate rottweilers. cause one almost ripped my fucking arm off, no shit.
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I worked briefly for a breeder and I saved a rott.
This older female had a younger by the neck. I jumped in against what I felt was my better judgment and stood my ground against the aggressor and rescued the victim. The poor thing had a huge gash in its neck and couldn't support its head. The vet was able to save it and it became a housedog. They never should have been in the same pen anyway, but things, I suppose, were overcrowded necessitating the risky course of action. The breeder was an idiot in more ways than just this one. I could go on and on. In fact, I was fired after burying one mastiff because this other employee told her some shit I said about her while digging the grave. This one female mastiff was the dog with the coolest disposition out of the many dogs she had, but it had never had (I had learned) much luck bearing live puppies. The breeder intentionally left the dog out in the summer sun one day tied to a stake in the yard to kill it. And I think to get the insurance money.
This repulsive breeder did Rottweilers, Dobermans and Bull Mastiffs. Essentially, she catered to people using guard dogs and probably also some despicable people fighting dogs. The Dobies, of course, were the smartest, but not always the coolest. Of the three breeds, the the sweetest were the mastiffs.
This breeder had one male rott that was far larger than the standard for the breed. It was bigger than some Great Danes. It's head was cinder block-sized. The dog had a good dispostion though and wanted to jump on you all the time. With this dog that meant struggling to not fall down when he did so. When his nub of a cropped tail swung and hit your upper leg, it was like someone wacking you with a rolled-up newspaper.