I bring Hades, my male Rottweiler, with me to my office, to the store.... through the drive thru....even through the carwash once... just once. He REALLY got nervous ....pacing back and forth... jumped to the back seat..... To be honest, I was nervous the first time I went through a car wash too ... So, O.K. no more carwashes. Yes, I could have helped him to handle it... but it just wasn't high on my list. I live in the country and my truck would probably fall apart if it had no mud to keep it together.

My point, is that he can handle calmly being around anyone and any situation. Now, he HAS learned to be protective of me. He has even had some extra training from an ex-Marine canine trainer. As I said, he goes everywhere with me. That is great. This is his job.  As a member of my pack he has earned his rank as Beta Male (No, not ALPHA... that's my husband's spot.... but that's a discussion further down in this post. ) 

I run into people fairly often that see Hades and say they would NEVER want a Rottweiler.

 Because... "aren't they.....

1.   Mean

2.   Aggressive

3.   Loud

4.   Smelly

5.   Going to eat you out of house and home

6.   (Fill in the blank with any other excuse you can think up)

My answer is this....  "It's how you raise your dog". You can raise your dog... ANY DOG to be aggressive and demanding. The meanest dogs I have ever seen are actually Chihuahuas!  My dogs are raised with the Pack Mentality. It's natural to them. They learn their order in the pack. The two-legged pack members are ALWAYS higher in the pack then the four-legged ones. My husband and I are the Alphas... our children and grandchildren are below us in the pack. My dogs are below them. There is a VERY obvious pecking order with our dogs too.  You can raise your dog to be respectful of their

place in your pack.

Can they be loud or smelly?

Again, that's how you train them and take care of them. You train your human children. You train your four legged children. .....    and give them BOTH  a bath!

As for your dog eating you out of house and home?.....   come meet my teenage son!

By: Judy Conrad