One of the long time followers of this blog, Sam, who made several previous contributions to my posts just sent me an email with the exciting news. He found several of the pages and photos of my original web site on an Internet archive service called The Wayback Machine. I have often mentioned that I had started a web site on AT&T Worldnet, my first Internet account and they accidentally erased the entire web site. That loss was so tragic after all the work I put into it for over 7 years that I went looking for a new way to share my stories and photos of my Rottweilers. It was soon afterward that I heard about Google Blogger and started my present blog.
I am going to do a copy and paste to see if I can replicate those lost pages here. You might recall seeing some of these photos here recently because they have always been contained on my computer hard drive. But its the words and description in their original contemporaneous form that is most important because it was the feelings I had after getting my first Rottweilers.
And, hey, even the page links on the green buttons still work. That Wayback Machine is amazing. When they say that everything on the Internet lives forever this is the perfect example. An entire web site erased almost 15 years ago still lives on in some hidden archives.
Welcome to Abby's World. Glad you got through all the space
traffic. I hope that you'll stay for awhile and share in the things that I care most
about. This site contains some informative and serious material but also has a
sense of humor. Let me introduce myself, my name is Nelson Abdullah, and I live in Fort
Mitchell, Kentucky. In case you're wondering, my wife Jacqueline, started calling me
'Abby' when we first met almost 40-years ago.
I've been working in the airline business for 37-years. I worked for Pan Am for 29-years
from 1962-91, and now I'm with Delta Air Lines. I've always been fascinated with
airplanes. When I was growing up I used to read about all the performance records
that were being broken, almost every month it seems, so I guess that's why. That's me in
the photo, taken at The United States Air Force Museum. It is located at Wright-Patterson
AFB in Dayton, Ohio, about 60-miles north of Cincinnati. If you are ever in this area I
recommend you check it out, it is positively worth the trip. This museum has the largest
display of military aircraft in the world. All of those record breaking airplanes are
here. See the link on my Interests page and take the Virtual Tour of the museum. Also, pay
a visit to the web site dedicated to the original Pan Am and relive their glorious history
when they were the preeminent pioneer in commercial aviation.
OK,
I did say you would find some humor here, so for pure enjoyment, visit my Rottweiler's
pages and see my photo album of the three biggest clowns you will ever meet. If you're
used to seeing fancy dog posses taken at dog shows or scary pictures of watchdogs you're
gonna be surprised with what I have here.
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This entire web site was designed and
created by Abby's World Wide Graphics (me)
CREDITS
Animated flags and Bottle Mail GIF
courtesy of the Animation Factory
Green marble buttons courtesy of Pam Bytes
The
Rottweilers of Abby's World: A love story about dogs and cats.
This page was last updated on March 28, 2000
This is Mocha: our first Rottweiler.
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This is a photo of
Mocha when she was 6-months old, taken three months after coming to her new home. There is
something about this picture that reminds me of a centerfold pose in a men's magazine.
Because of this, I call it Porno-Puppy. Mocha quickly became part of our family, soon
after we brought her home. At first, she had difficulty climbing the stairs to the
bedrooms on the second floor. But now she sleeps on my bed every night and snuggles up to
me for companionship.
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Mocha,
affectionately called Moe, has been my friend and companion since the day she was given to
me by my daughter who owned her parents, Nikko Bear and Felony. We never owned a
Rottweiler before and knew little about them except for the bad publicity they received in
the news media. I did not believe all of those stories because my daughter had four small
children in the house when she was given Nikko and Felony by a couple who were getting
divorced. We had seven cats living in our house when Moe arrived, and she had never seen
one before. Six of them came down with us from New York, and were getting on in years. The
youngest were Butch and Jones, a pair of twin red tigers, and they were 14-years old when
Moe arrived.
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This is Butch
introducing himself to Mocha. It didn't take long for this brave little cat to make
friends with the puppy. Moe was just as curious about this friendly little critter and
enjoyed giving him little kisses and ear washes. Butch was always known as the ambassador
cat, because he would be the first to make new friends. He taught Moe that cats can be
friends, too. Butch and his brother Jones both passed away in 1997, they were very close
to each other and died 6-months apart.
Nikko Bear and his
best friend Tigger
Nikko Bear and Tigger
are really the best of friends. Bear has an unusual way of demonstrating it, he takes
Tiggers head into his mouth and VERY GENTLY holds it for a few seconds. Tigger does not
seem to mind this at all and even accepts the Rottie kisses he frequently gets. The three
photos above were taken on April 13, 1999. While not the best quality, they were snapped
during an unscheduled show of affection while we were sitting on the couch and I was
holding the camera at arms length overhead. Yes, we keep the camera on the end table right
next to the couch. Never know when you will need it around here.
A few months
after these pictures were taken Tigger passed away. He was 19-years old and has
some special qualities. From the day his twin babies Butch and Jones lost their
mother, Tigger was their constant companion. The three of them slept in a pile
every night for 16 years. When the twins died a few months apart two years ago,
Tigger never got over the loss. It was then he started looking to Nikko Bear for
companionship.
After Tigger
died, his
best friend, Nikko Bear, spent several weeks looking everywhere around the house
for him. We knew then how much he cared for him.
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The Rottweilers of Abby's
World: The
arrival of Nikko and Felony.
As fate would have it,
7-months after we brought Mocha home, we learned that her parents, Nikko Bear and Felony,
needed a new home. We didn't know there was an organized nation-wide rescue program for
Rottweilers, but we loved these big brutes from the moment we first saw them and had to
give them a place to live. My wife drove back to New York, 12-hours each way, and brought
them back to Kentucky. Later, we learned that many people were involved in Rottweiler
Rescue because these magnificent brutes are so loving and caring. Click on the
"Bumper Sticker" below to find out more about rescue work from The Rott Bros.
Farms.
My wife, Jacqueline, took this photo at 4 a.m. when she discovered
the Three Bears sleeping on the couch. The two older Rotts had not yet found that sleeping
on our beds was more comfortable.
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This is a
photo of Butch working his charm on Nikko Bear soon after he arrived. Nikko and Felony had
seen cats before and didn't care for them but it didn't take long before Butch's tenacity
overcame their bias. Today, Nikko sleeps on my wife's bed along with our two remaining
felines.
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September 1997, Mocha
had her second birthday and, of course, she had a birthday party. Her birthday cake was a
meatloaf with two candles on it. Nikko Bear was eight years old in December of 1999 that's
his party picture on the right. Felony, the mamma Rott, was a very spry nine years old in
February of 1999, although she now suffers from a leaky mush bucket and needs constant
affection. She still maintains control of her family and reminds me of a strict old
Victorian Lady. We have begun to refer to her as Mother Superior. Mocha seems
destined to become the new leader of the pack someday, but her mamma knows that she is not
quite old enough or mature. Moe still has too much puppy in her. One of Moe's nicknames is
Leaping Lippy Luna and that describes it all.
Another Birthday
Party for Moe. 4-years old September, 1999.
The Rottweilers of Abby's World, This family is our pride and joy.
Well, this is our Rottweiler family. Moe is almost all
grown up and she has begun to loose the puppy face. Fact is, she looks pretty snooty in
the picture below. That must come from being spoiled Rotten. I hope she never looses the
"Flying Nun" ears, though. She cracks me up whenever I ask her a question and
those ears go up and she cocks her head to one side. Moe is something of a show-off, too.
Every day she goes out and picks up the newspaper and carries it into the house. You can
see her going to work on her Papergirl page. Before Moe picks up the newspaper, she always
waits to see if someone is watching her, then with her head held high she goes to work.
Felony is a very respectable Lady Rott. For an old lady she still moves with the grace of
a ballerina. Felony decided to adopt me soon after she arrived and I never expected it. I
guess she needed someone to love, and I was just available. Moe still sleeps by my pillow
every night and Felony has the bottom corner of the bed. Nikko Bear is the family clown
and has always been momma's boy since the day my wife brought them home. He never leaves
her side and seems to sense that she needs his protection.
Got Chips, Momma?
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MOM'S BIG BABY, NIKKO BEAR
Notice
the stool. Now Nikko has his own place to park his big butt, instead of on our laps.
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As you can see, the stool
didn't work out. It sits in the corner now unused and Bear still sits on Mom's lap. He
even looks over his shoulder when he backs up. This is what Nikko likes to do best.
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Of course, The
Bear will sit on anyone if Mom's lap is not available. Funny thing is Moe doesn't mind.
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FELONY
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MOCHA
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The Rottweilers of Abby's World: The three
clowns.
Do you think of
Rottweilers as the vicious dogs depicted in the movies? Do you recall reading about them
in the newspapers or seeing them on TV when they attack someone? These are false
impressions created by a media that thirsts for sensationalism, and does not accurately
show what the vast majority of these dogs are really like. Rottweilers are devoted, loving
and intelligent canines who enjoy working and pleasing their owners. Rottweilers are
naturally protective, they will always stand between their owners and anyone else.
Rottweilers are very powerful. My favorite story is from a woman in Colorado who told
about her two Rottweilers pulling a car out of a snowbank. Our Three Bears are not show
dogs, but they are three big clowns who continuously entertain us. The kids in the
neighborhood love them and seem to agree. When Moe was younger, she used to get out of the
house without her leash for a run through the yards. While I chased her I could hear
children cheering her on from their windows. Our Three Bears have found their last home
and need not worry any more.
A
new Rottie game: chasing soap bubbles.
What can I say, they just like to sit in the lawn chairs.
One picture can say more than a thousand words.
copyright: The Rott Bros. Farms.
The Rottweilers of Abby's World: Welcome
Home
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| Here's a big smooch. |
Welcome home, Daddy. |
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| Pornopuppy in 1996 |
Pornopuppy in 1998. Some things never change. |
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The Rottweilers of Abby's World:
Meet the papergirl
For the past two years,
Moe has enjoyed bringing in the newspaper after it gets delivered. My wife Jackie, taught
her how to carry and Moe considers this to be her job. Mocha understands the words
"Papergirl" and "Work" when we tell her "It's time for the
Papergirl to go to work.", and she does every day, even on Sunday when the newspaper
is much heavier. On occassion we will take a walk to the corner and buy a different
newspaper and after I slip it into a plastic bag, Moe will proudly carry it home. Moe has
become quite a showoff whenever she goes out to get the paper. She will run down to the
paper and jump on it and then stand over it and wait until she sees someone coming down
the street so they can see her pick it up and carry it. She knows this makes me proud of
her.
There is more to dig out and organize so I'll leave this as it is for now.
