Well, in that case, I guess I can name two of py Basses.
When I was young, all I ever wanted was a dog. My parents would not let me have one, because they didn’t want to take care of it, and didn’t think I would. In all fairness, they were probably right.
Over the yearsas a child thru late teens, I have had many pets, but only ones thT live in tanks or cages. Cats were out of the question, due to my mother’s allergy. Hamsters, parakeets ( the longest living pet, that bird lasted like 12 years) mice, rats, fish, snakes (lots of snakes, I bred them for a while), but no dog.
So, one of my driving motivators for leaving home was to get a dog. As the time grew near, I narrowed down breed, found a private breeder, and put a deposit down for pick of the litter, female.
I was notified when the pups were born, visited at 2 weeks, again at 4 weeks to pick my girl, again at 6 weeks, and picked her up at 8 weeks.
She was the cutest of the 2 girls in the litter, and had a split in her tongue she looked like a little fluffy bear, Rottweiler puppy’s, are hands down the cutest pups in the world.
She went everywhere with us (my X wife and I), she slept with us, ate with us, watched tv with us (yes, she was a TV watching dog), and my X wife worked as a Vet Tech, so she took her. To work with her every day. She was like our child before we ever had kids. The was the calmest, friendliest, loveable, most loyal dog that ever lived. When we went out, we left the TV on for her and she watched it. People say dogs can’t see TV with their eyes, well she could. I have seen her go for a hot dog that a guy on TV had in his hand. She would wait by the TV when she wanted it on.
When we had our first daughter, everybody asked us what we were gonna do with the dog. We would ask them what they meant, they would say “ she is a Rottweiler, you cans have her around a baby”
I would tell them I felt that my daughter would be safer around my dog them the person I was talking to. We had 3 daughters, and she loved each one of them. They would crawl all over her, and she never so much as let out a low growl. She looked out for them, herded them, was protective of them around strangers.
She was Family.
I named he Mallory Knox
leaving her at the vet to when she had to be euthanized, Was one of the hardest things I had to do in my entire life. I left with sunglasses on tears pouring out of my eyes. I am tearing up just typing about it. I was so down and depressed, I went to a friends, got N OC-80, chewed it up and let it take me away.
I got anotther Royt, named her Mallory Too. We had Kids and much busier lives when we raised her. She was never close to the same as our first.
Someday, when I have a living situation that will allow me to have a dog, I will get another Female Rottweiler, and Probably name her Mallory Knox the 3rd.
I only have one Bass I can name Mallory, my Sterling SubRay. It’s Black and Orange, and growls for me, but is tame at the same time.
So meet Mallory Knox, she is a Natural Born Killer.
