I have forgotten how many times I've used a variation of this post title. We do not live a very exciting life and our evenings are almost always spent around the television with our constant companions watching broadcast TV programs or movies that I buy ( I have over 200 Blu-Ray titles). A very apt subtitle to this post could be: Tiptoeing through the Rottweilers, because that is how we have become accustomed to moving around the room while our best friends are napping on the floor. BTW, they move on and off the couches regularly through the course of the evening, as if to cool off on the floor. The best part, for us, is that none of the large sleeping hunks ever tries to get up while we are stepping over them, for that would end in quite and accident. So this was last night, after the movie. And, in case you're interested, the movie title was "Olympus Has Fallen", I just bought the Blu-Ray version yesterday when it came out and it was a great movie.
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
After the movie, Part 5, or 8, or 10?
Saturday, August 10, 2013
Mom sitting outside by the pool, with her two protectors.
The weather has been lousy. Days of rain, then a few days of high heat and humidity, then cooler temperatures more like early Spring than Summer. So we enjoy a nice day when we can find one and sitting outside by the pool, listening to the gurgling water is very enjoyable. My wife finds the solitude comforting and on a day like this she will spend hours outdoors. But most of the time she is not alone.
She usually has at least one Rottweiler with her and often sits with both Ruff and Axl. It is very quiet and peaceful and the rippling sound of the water adds a nice touch, almost like a stream.
Monday, August 5, 2013
A bedtime hug.
Time for Mom to go to bed but first a quick stop in my room where Ruffin is waiting on my bed to say good night to his Mom. He also is waiting for his little biscuit (which is why he is looking at me out of the corner of his eye) but he gets a hug and a kiss from his Mom, first. Sorry to say, the hug and kiss photo didn't come out. But this is how it looked a few seconds before.
I actually took this photo a few days ago but didn't post it because the followup photo was too blurry. It is a nice shot of my sweetheart and my best friend so I thought I would share it after all.
Sunday, August 4, 2013
A beautiful day to be outside.
Well, the heat wave ended after a few days and the monsoon weather is all dried up so what's left of our Summer has turned into Fall. Or Spring. After getting the very nice new liner installed in our swimming pool we managed to get only one day warm enough to use it. The water temperatures have been matching the air temps and our day time highs are hovering around 80 degrees. A bit too cool for taking a dip. The overnight temps are dropping into the low to mid 50's. Great sleeping weather and even nicer days to be outside. So we did and here are some new pictures.
And one more of Ruff trying to grab his ball off the desk.
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Ruffin and his golf balls.
It has been very busy around here lately. I had to have the liner replaced in our swimming pool and it had to be scheduled after our unusual monsoon season. The whole operation took five days, including the three days I gradually emptied the water from the pool. When you have almost 30,000 gallons of water to dispose of and the ground is already fairly soggy from the rain, it takes a bit of prep work to avoid making matters worse than they were before. But it all came out well in spite of the temperature being in the high 90s.
Then, yesterday, after the ground was dry enough, I got to cut the grass in the back which I hadn't done in three weeks. After dinner we took the rottweilers out for a walk in the backyard. And Ruffin brought back another golf ball. He has been finding them in the back for the past three years, and I have no clue where they come from. They almost all have the same brand which is expensive enough to not want to hit them once and forget about them. Someone is practicing their driving but it isn't any of my closest neighbors and I have no idea how far away they are being hit.
Above photo: taken last night when Ruff brought his important discovery in the house.
And here is Ruff's two boxes of trophies. Almost 3 dozen golf balls that he had found. I think maybe I should take up golf if only Ruff could find me some clubs.
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
The Sentinels
11PM, their Mom has just been tucked into bed, The Sentinels take up their positions to stand guard through the night outside her bedroom door. And give me something to step over in the dark after I turn out the lights.
Axl and Ruffin take their duties very seriously, sometimes. When they're not trying to steal a handout or get someone to play with them.
They are the two best Rottweilers I've ever known - except for my girl Mo. If you are new here and haven't read about Mo you can type in her name in the search box in the upper left corner.
Sunday, July 7, 2013
How wet was it? Local TV says some got 8 inches of rain here.
Today the sun came out but the back yard is like a mud pit covered with grass. Just read on the local Fox TV station web site we had 8-inches of rain in some areas. And one man literally picked up a 40-LB Carp he found in his flooded back yard. See photo and story below.
CRESCENT SPRINGS, KY (FOX19) -
A man pulled a 40 pound carp out of the water between 2551 and 2553 Avon Drive late Saturday morning during a major flood in Crescent Springs, KY.
Mike Works, a neighbor, describes the scene as "something out of a horror movie."
The flooding in Crescent Springs was a part of the flash flood Saturday morning that extended from the Cincinnati area into Kentucky.
The flooding is the third time that Southwest Ohio and Northern Kentucky have flooded this week.
If you know the man that pulled the giant fish, please contact FOX19 at 19news@fox19.com.
Saturday, July 6, 2013
More things to do on a rainy day. The deluge continues.
Ruffin woke me up around 8 AM this morning with an urgent, "I gotta go real bad" cry. The first sound I heard when I got out of bed was the rain pounding on the roof. When I got to the back door and opened it, Ruff had a change of heart. He wouldn't even stick his nose outside. So I went back to the bedroom and got dressed and offered to take him out front and cover him with my umbrella. The big wimp acted like he was afraid of the water. Since I was now fully dressed I went out and retrieved the newspaper before it floated away and came in and ate breakfast. Ruff was still doing a dance and after an hour or so I got him and Axl and Sassy to take a quick pee break on the front lawn. Then I dried everyone off with a towel.
The rain continued for several hours and I decided to spend my time reading the news and checking my emails. Then after lunch I spotted this cozy scene in the family room. That big Rottweiler really knows how to sleep.
Friday, July 5, 2013
Things to do while waiting for the water to go away.
We are fortunate to be living on higher ground because we have had weeks of unending rain. The back yard is so supersaturated that my lawn tractor makes mud tracks in the grass wherever I drive. This is all bad news for our Rottweilers. While we have a large umbrella covering the picnic table on the deck you can only do so much to pass the time away. Except take naps. And our Rottweilers are experts at this. Here is a sampling of the rain taken yesterday from the open kitchen window.
This is the first time the water has ever backed up over the entire sidewalk.And, today, I walked into the family room and saw this.
I think Ruffin was using his chin to prop up his head.
Friday, June 28, 2013
Watchdog (?)
Good thing I wasn't a burglar or something.
I was just outside taking some pictures and saw this welcoming when I open the storm door. Ruff's first reaction always is, Wanna play with me?
Ruff gives great kisses.
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Catching up on Ruffin's adventures.
A few days ago we took Ruff and Axl to the Animal Control facility to renew Ruff's dog license. This has become an annual event that Ruffin always enjoys. He enjoys it because he gets to meet people. All of our Rotts have been micro-chipped which used to exempt them from annual renewals but they changed the law and now within the last 7 years micro-chipped dogs still need an annual renewal. Anyway, the animal control office is staffed with women and when Ruff walks in he becomes the center of attention. The other day was no exception and he got hugged and kissed by 5 ladies. I just wish someone would take a picture of Ruff when he jumps up and hangs over a counter to see who is there. One of the volunteer workers pointed out his picture on our Rottweiler Christmas Card that was still tacked to their bulletin board. Yep, that's him in the Santa hat and he is still spreading good cheer everywhere he goes.
So on the return trip home we stopped at the pharmacy to pick up some medicine. I took Ruff on a leash to the outside walk-up window and he got hugged and kissed by two more women. I think that may have been his all-time best day with 7 hugs and 7 kisses.
This morning I was in the kitchen making coffee and noticed out the window that Ruff was very interested in a little critter running around on the top of the solar cover on the pool. I quickly grabbed the camera and switched to the 200mm lens and got these two pictures.
It turned out to be a little shrew that had fallen in the pool and was looking for a way out. After Ruff lost interest in the little critter I went out and scooped it up with a net and dropped it in the grass. Glad Ruff didn't see that part or he would have dug up the lawn looking for it.
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
There's something very special about Rottweiler people. Our good friend Jan Cooper made the national news today.
I need to make a slight departure from my own personal stories about our Living With Rottweilers and report about a remarkable lady named Jan Cooper, who happens to be my personal friend. I have known Jan for over 15 years and she has been a guest in my home on more than one occasion. You will see the link to her web site Rottweilers Reign Supreme in my list of Favorite Rottweiler Web Sites in the left margin of this blog. On her site she tells the story of her first visit to my home where she slept with each of my three original Rottweilers. Since she is the only non-family member who has ever stayed overnight in my home, I can only guess that that is the way our Rottweilers treat strangers. Here are two photos taken from her last visits, with Jan in the middle in the first and on the left in the second.
Yesterday I read in the news that Jan warded off a burglar in home in Anaheim, California with her .357 Magnum revolver. Jan is a 72-year old Grandmother who lives with her husband Bob, a WWII vet who has Alzheimer's and their Rottweiler Cappo. While on the phone with the 911 Police Dispatcher she is heard cursing at the intruder and firing her gun. The burglar was not hit but he was arrested by the police who also heard the shot.
Jan's story was picked up by several news outlets and today is all over the country. ABC News did an interview with her and the video has been posted on YouTube. Here it is.
Grandma, 72, shoots at home intruder in California, defends actions
STANTON, Calif. – A 72-year-old Southern California grandmother who shot at -- and narrowly missed -- a man trying to break into her home said Tuesday she was shocked at the attention her action was getting but does not regret defending herself and her husband, an 85-year-old World War II veteran who uses a wheelchair.
Jan Cooper, of Anaheim, fired one shot from her .357-magnum Smith & Wesson revolver around 12:30 a.m. Sunday as a man attempted to break into her home. During a 911 call of the incident, Cooper can be heard begging with the dispatcher to send deputies and warns that she has a gun at the ready as her Rottweiler barks furiously in the background.
Minutes later, a breathless Cooper says the man has come to the back porch and is trying to get in the house through a sliding door. Through the vertical blinds, Cooper saw his silhouette just inches away through the glass as he began to slide open the door.
"I'm firing!" Cooper shouts to the dispatcher as a loud band goes off.
Cooper then curses at the suspect, shouting at him to "back up."
"You'd better get the police here. I don't know whether I hit him or not. I'm not sure. He's standing at my door, my back door. He's in my yard," she said.
The suspect, 31-year-old Brandon Alexander Perez, was not hit and was arrested a short while later by responding deputies, who heard the gunshot, said Jim Amormino, spokesman for the Orange County Sheriff's Department.
Perez has pleaded not guilty to a burglary charge and has a court date later this month. The Associated Press was unable to leave an after-hours message for his attorney.
Perez had a rap sheet that included other burglary and narcotics charges and was on parole and staying at a halfway house not far from the Coopers' address, Amormino said.
Cooper's gun, which she has owned for about 20 years, was legally purchased and properly registered, he said.
"Even though that dog was barking, he still was desperate to get in. So who knows what may have happened if she didn't fire that round," Amormino said.
On Tuesday, Cooper was soft-spoken and composed, with her gray hair pulled back neatly in a hairband and her husband at her side during a news conference at a sheriff's substation.
Cooper said she is amazed by the anger in her voice -- and the curse word she let fly -- after she fired the shot.
"I am a Christian woman and I'm very proud of it and I don't curse but after I shot, rage took hold and I just blasted away," she said. "And, in fact, afterwards my husband said, `I've never heard you talk like that!"'
The stunned intruder apologized to Cooper after she fired, she recalled, telling her, "I'm sorry, ma'am. I'm leaving. Please don't shoot."
The grandmother of a 15-year-old grandson said she doesn't regret firing her weapon, although she has considered how she would have reacted if she had hit or killed the man. Deputies have told her that, based on his height and the bullet hole, the shot that she fired through a narrow gap in the sliding door passed within inches of his left cheek.
"I don't mean to shoot anybody," said Cooper, a self-described tomboy who has also tried archery and knife-throwing and has owned guns since her teens. "But whatever's necessary to literally stop them -- he was not going to come into my home."
Her husband, Bob Cooper, chuckled when asked if his wife had learned her aggression from him and his military service. Cooper worked gathering intelligence in Italy and France in the build-up to D-Day and spent years going to the shooting range with his wife after the war, he said.
"I'm not surprised at all, not one bit," he said. "I know her capabilities and what she can do if she has to."
UPDATE: Received this email from Jan Cooper last night.
I want to thank everyone for their support and encouragement. It is impossible to answer each on individual...my mailbox is innundated from folks I don't even know.
Needless to say, the past 2 days have been one interview after another. The PR department from the sheriff's department is handling all of the scheduling for me.
I found out today that they have had calls from as far away as U.K. and Australia go figure.
For instance: Today I spent almost 3 hours with Inside Edition...great folks, lot of fun...it will air tomorrow afternoon. I also did 2 live radio talk shows and another show via another live phone interview on KIRO-TV in Seattle. Apparently there are more being scheduled tomorrow and possibly Friday. The support has been phenomenal from everyone.
Thanks again to all of you!!! Oh Capo will be seen tomorrow and it is embarrassing because of his creased ear, but he is my boy and he did GOOD!!
I will try to get back to all of those have called me, but it might take a couple more days.
Please feel free to share this note with others that you have seen comments from.
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"The Lord will never give us anything greater than He knows we can bear."
Sunday, June 9, 2013
Enjoying the scenery.
I bought some plastic chairs to leave outside by the end of the fenced area around the pool. Now when we take our after-dinner walks we can sit for awhile and enjoy the scenery while to Rottweilers run around and play. Except that they seem to always want to be with us and don't go too far away. Especially Axl. He never leaves his Mom's side.
We have seen deer tracks in the back but I have only seen one deer in the past few years. Guess they are hiding in the tree line watching us. It would be nice to see more wildlife. They are probably afraid of the Rottweilers, even though the last time we spooked one it easily outran Ruffin.
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Things that happen while preparing dinner.
First of all, my two Rottweilers Ruffin and Axl think I am the best cook in the world. Every time I am in the kitchen cooking they both come in and watch. Sometimes they seem so intent in their fascination with my cooking they make me think I am giving cooking lessons. So last night shortly before dinner was ready I spotted this scene under the kitchen table.
I'm not sure if Axl brought his Mom with him or if my wife came by herself but Axl and Ruffin were both watching me work.
Monday, May 27, 2013
A special Memorial Day tribute to a military dog killed in action on March 11, 2013
Memorial Day Tribute to military dog, Bak, killed in action in Afghanistan
FORT STEWART, Ga. – The bond between a military police and his military working dog is very special. This bond is built upon a high level of trust and companionship. When joined together, they become a working team that stretch beyond the battlefield.
KHanrahan (h/t Savage) When an MP loses the other half of his working team on the battlefield, it can be very hard to deal with.
On March 11, Staff Sgt. Bak, a military working dog, along with his handler, Sgt. Marel Molina, both assigned to the 93rd Military Working Dog Detachment, 385th Military Police Battalion, 16th Military Police Brigade, were injured by enemy gunfire in a blue-on-green attack. Bak passed later that day during surgery from wounds he received.
On May 14, the Fort Stewart community paid tribute to Bak at a Memorial Ceremony held at the MWD Kennels at Wright Army Airfield.
There was nothing better than seeing those Afghan mountain peaks slowly turning from brown to white. It seemed that, as the snow melted away, US Army Sergeant Marel Molina and his Military Working Dog Bak’s time remaining in Afghanistan withered away day by day.
But Sergeant Molina couldn’t think about going home today, even though he was a short two months away. He had work to do.
No, that wasn’t right. He and MWD Bak had work to do.
Keeping his Green Beret team alive was hard work.
Sergeant Molina listened intently as Captain Pedersen, his Green Beret Alpha Team leader, discussed that day’s mission with the Afghan local policemen. But Molina barely understood a word of their exchange.
He was always impressed that many of these Green Berets could speak Pashtun, one of the predominant languages in Afghanistan.
Looking over his shoulder he spied the 100-pound working dog lying in the back of the Razor, his thick mahogany coat with black tipping made him a picture-perfect German shepherd, fit for the movies. The dog dozed in and out of wakefulness, but Sergeant Molina knew in a snap of his fingers MWD Bak would be focused on one thing—finding buried explosives.
The Green Beret team knew this as well. MWD Bak had already used his extraordinary explosive-sniffing skills to unearth six improvised explosives that surely would have wiped out the entire team by now.
His Majesty MWD Bak could lounge anywhere he wanted. It didn’t matter when, where, or with whom. The three-year-old shepherd was always ready for duty.
Sergeant Molina scanned the group of Afghan local policemen and thought he recognized a few of them. The Green Berets frequently patrolled with the local men, trained with them, and tried to assist them in policing their country. But it was hard to keep them all straight with their constant turnover.
The Afghan men were a ragtag bunch with look-alike uniforms in varying states, pockets and pouches stuffed with who knew what, in gear strapped to their chests that included an American AK-47.
Today for patrol, their motley crew consisted of a squad on infantry from the 3rd Infantry Division, a handful of Green Berets, Sergeant Molina, and MWD Bak. Captain Pedersen shook the hand of the Afghan local policemen’s leader and turned to brief the Americans. Then all hell broke loose. Gunfire, screaming, and pleas for help filled the air.
An Afghan local policeman turned his AK-47 on the group and shot wildly into the group of Americans. Sergeant Molina felt something slice through the left side of his neck. He dropped to the ground next to Captain Pedersen.
Pedersenwas lifeless, shot through the head. The man never stood a chance. The same bullet that had ripped through Pedersen’s head was the one that ripped through Sergeant Molina’s neck. It was ironic to think that being shot through the neck was lucky. But in Afghanistan everything is relative.
In seconds the shooting was over and the rogue Afghan local policeman was gunned down by a Green Beret. But not before the policeman had injured a handful of American soldiers, killed Pedersen, and members of the infantry squad participating in that day’s mission.
Blood flowed from Sergeant Molina’s neck, but he couldn’t feel the pain yet. He stood up and his knee felt like he had hit it on a rock or gotten a “charlie horse.” Then he saw blood dripping from his right knee and a hole in his pants.
Adrenaline rushed through his body as he wobbled over to a fallen comrade and began to conduct first aide on the fallen man. The soldier was a lot worse than Molina. He would be lucky to make it.
Once a medic relieved him, Molina pulled security on the other Afghan policeman and then assisted in disarming them. With the threat neutralized and the adrenaline subsiding, Sergeant Molina realized he hadn’t heard from MWD Bak.
Initially when Molina had dropped to the ground he had seen Bak lying calmly on the Razor vehicle. The dog had nerves of steel; he had been hit before with shrapnel from a rocket-propelled grenade and barely whimpered. “Bak, come here boy.” A spike of fear shot through his body when Bak didn’t move.
He rushed to his dog and panic ripped through him as he realized Bak’s once mahogany hind legs were wet and dark with his own blood.
“Medic,” screamed Molina as he ripped open a box of field bandages and tried to locate the entrance wound. As he touched Bak, the dog’s eyes fluttered and Molina knew he was losing consciousness. He would go into shock next. The medic arrived and handed a catheter to Molina who inserted it into Bak’s leg. The dog needed fluids immediately.
“It’s all right buddy, Daddy is right here, pal. You’re going to be fine,” said Molina as he watched his battle buddy gasp for air. Molina knew the dog had internal bleeding. Molina wondered what that bullet had ripped through inside Bak.
The MEDVAC chopper landed and loaded them all. Molina lay by Bak’s side the entire time. Sometime during the flight Molina began losing consciousness, but he kept an arm around Bak, reassuring him that everything would be all right, praying that everything would be all right. But it wasn’t.
As Molina lay in a hospital bed at Bagram Airbase awaiting surgery, the veterinarian came in with a somber face. Tears streamed down Molina’s cheeks. He already knew what was the veterinarian was going to say. “I’m sorry, Sergeant, but Bak bled out internally. He’s left us.” They had been so close to going home. Now only one would go.
Sergeant Marel Molina received lifesaving surgery at Bagram Airbase Afghanistan, was evavced to Landstuhl Regional Medical Center in Germany and then to Walter Reed Hospital in Washington, DC. He has moved from crutches, to a cane, to walking on his own. He has high hopes for being completely off aids soon and is very close to a full recovery.
Physically he will heal, but mentally he will never be the same. He will never forget his battle buddy Military Working Dog Bak and the images of him lying on that chopper, bleeding out, and Molina powerless to help him.
Bak wasn’t a piece of equipment, and he wasn’t just a dog, Military Working Dog Bak was a fellow soldier, who died fighting for this country. Sergeant Molina and many other soldiers are alive today because of their fellow soldier, Military Working Dog Bak.
As a country we celebrate Memorial Day to remember the men and women who fought and died for this country. But for those that fought beside them, we also think of our four-legged soldiers who made the ultimate sacrifice.
Please remember Military Working Dog Bak and the others like him who made the ultimate sacrifice for our freedom.
Friday, May 24, 2013
Just another day.
The ground is slowly starting to dry and make it easier to walk on without getting muddy shoes (or feet as it applies to Rottweilers). So we have been taking our daily walks again. The fresh air seems to tire the Rotttweilers as much as the two humans. Ruff spent the evening sleeping on the couch next to his Mom and then at bedtime he fell asleep on my bed before I got there.
Monday, May 20, 2013
Outside the Mom's bedroom door
Due to my wife's health condition I allow her to sleep late every morning. I get up a few hours before she does and take out the Rottweilers and give them their breakfast. Then I have mine and read the newspaper and then check my email. And my den is across the hall from my wife's bedroom. And this is where the boys wait until their mom gets up. Like two silent sentinels standing guard waiting for the love of their life to come back into the daylight. And this is what it looks like.
This is what it is like Living With Rottweilers.
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Just another night at home watching television.
I can't explain why I feel the way I do about my three Rottweilers. Everything about them either makes me very proud of them or brings a smile to my face. The most innocuous, everyday things they do result in some level of enjoyment in just being in the same room with them. Even when they snore while we watch TV it makes us laugh. And the old man Axl has his own unique habit of making the most raucously loud noises for no apparent reason and they become a show-stopping event that brings laughter to everyone. Or when little Sassy does her Wooo Wooo greeting to everyone who comes in our house. Some will say its all because we love Rottweilers, but I think its a bit more. Who would find the occasion to break away from a TV show to take pictures of his dog scratching his ears and then share them with strangers? I guess that would be me.
But then, how many have a 140 LB handsome, gorgeous, beautiful hunk of a Rottweiler like Ruff? And I didn't make up those platitudes. The people who stop us in the stores to admire him did. It has become so frequent that I think baby Ruffin considers them his other names. But my proudest moments with Ruff are when he gets to meet little children, which more often than not always seem to be little girls, and he sits and leans forward, sometimes towering over them, and plants baby-kisses on their faces. Or to see bigger girls gush all over him. Or when he checks out an infant in a baby stroller and seems to know just what it is.
Monday, May 13, 2013
A pretty German girl came over for a visit and she made Ruff and Axl very happy.
Maggie is a pretty German Shepard who lives in the home behind us. Once in awhile when she hears me calling our Rottweilers she will come running over for a visit. Yesterday was a perfect opportunity for some pictures. The weather had begun to clear up and the ground wasn't too mushy from all the rain so we took the boys for a walk in the backyard. And there was Maggie.
Of course, Goofus Rottus Ruffin was running around with a stick he found.
Just for the record, the Sun was out yesterday but it wasn't very warm. We even had frost overnight.
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