On Thanksgiving Day in 1995 my daughter gave me a three month old female Rottweiler puppy. I never realized how much that would affect the rest of my life. I named her Mocha. We left Long Island, New York in 1992 to start a new job with Delta Airlines when they hired me after Pan Am shut down. We moved into our new home in Kentucky and brought a truckload of everything we owned. Including our seven cats. That Thanksgiving we drove back to visit my daughter and was told the amazing story how she came to own a mated pair of adult Rottweilers.
At the time she was the mother of two sets of twins, two boys and two girls. They were paternal twins born one girl and one boy from one pregnancy and then two years later another boy - girl set of twins. At the time the oldest was about four years old. My daughter never owned a dog but a couple of her friends were getting married and the guy had owned a pair of Rottweilers and they needed a new home. The young children loved them playing with them. The big male Rott, named Nikko would pull them around the house on a blanket.
Ignorance is no excuse but the two Rottweilers were both intact they did what you would expect them to do and they produced a litter of puppies. And that even came when no one was expecting it. In any case without the messy details, all of the puppies were quickly placed in new homes and the last one was saved for me.
So after the long 12 hour drive back home I carried this 40 lb bundle of joy into our home and introduced her to our seven cats. This was an educational moment for me and Jacqueline. We already knew our six New York cats were a clan and each seemed to have a place in the clan. The seventh cat was Casey (named KC for Kentucky Cat, because she adopted me when I came to Kentucky) and she had assumed the role role of Queen and bossed everyone around. But it was one of the little Tigger twins, named Butch who became the Ambassador Cat because he alone cozied up to Mocha and made friends. In short order the following days the other cats also made friends with the big dog. Its a good thing they did because 6 months later my daughter told us she had to move and the two adult Rottweilers needed a new home. So Jacqueline got into her little Ford Escort station wagon and drove back to Long Island, by herself, and picked up Nikko and Felony and brought then down to Kentucky.
But that's how this blog all began so its another story.
