Originally Posted by TreasureBucks

I found my rotty as a pup.... someone had dropped him off, becuase he had mange really bad. I heard barking outside my window, and he was sittin right there looking at me, as if he was waiting for me to come to the window.

I took him to the vet and he was a turned into a good looking rotty. Very strong and healthy.

First there was the black ice road accident, him and I were involved in, he was still a pup, and we had to abandon the vehicle.... he followed me home 2 miles down a pitch black curvy country road. He survived the impact of the truck hitting the tree.

Then one day..... PARVO.
Spent a few days in the vet, and survived.

Next came the Dump Truck.....Smack....
He came back into the garage and crawled under a bench and did not want to be fucked with. Vet wanted to put him to sleep, i told him, fuck you....I had to crawl under there and get him out, I was the only one he would allow to. Hip had some pins put in it, and survived.


Next came the barbed wire - penis slash incident. That looked the most painful of all but, he was trooper and made it through it....

My dog was not raised to be aggressive and loved attention, especially kids....

but he also had an amazing instinct for people, who he could sense, wanted to harm another person.

My rot was poisoned by some redneck neighbors in Tennessee. They preferred i kept him in a cage, other then letting him roam free on my property, which they would tresspass through, to go hunting and or fishing on.

They poisoned him with antifreeze over the period of about a week... he started looking sluggish and lethergic one day, so took him to the vet....

I picked my dog up at the vet, paid my fee.... they said they ran some tests on him, of which i was charged for, and said they couldnt see anything wrong with him, other then the pins in hip may be giving him some pain..... and to take him home and let him get some rest....

2 days later he died.

First i was pissed at the Vet, so I went to the vet.....

one of the little guys at the vets office spilled the beans and told us, nobody actually examined him that day..they were too scared to open the cage to put a muzzle on him...... so they just sent him home and charged me for work they never did.

Later one of the neighbors confessed to another neighbor he poisoned my rot.

Tough Dog he was.