Dad has been sick, like I said in my last post- but he was TRYIN' to type up my diary... these are some of the half-entries (or less!) that he made and saved, but never got to putting up here. They start out at the newest, and get to the oldest....

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There should be rules for people.

There's rules for DOGS you know.

We can't pee on the carpet, for one.

The other day, I *boof*'d quietly, and Dad went to look out the peephole, to see what was up. A strange man was standing in front of our door, facing the elevator (which is across from our door)... he kept standing there, and the button wasn't lit, so Dad didn't know why he was standing there.

I kept pacing, because something was wrong- but I didn't know how to TELL Dad...

He kept going to look, but he wasn't sure either.

Then he looked one time (yep, the man was still there!) and the man was turning around. He had his pants open, and his bendy-boy and the twin jewels were hangin' out for everyone to see. (well, Dad through the peephole anyway!! no one seemed to be in the hall otherwise!) Dad went, "EUGH!" and turned away... when he went back to look again, I was still pacing, but the man was gone.

He thought that was wierd, I bet. No one wanted to see the strange man's BITS. ...but then Dad wondered, was it maybe I needed to go outside... so he put on my leash, and opened the door- and I walked a few steps, then STOPPED.

He said, "what?" and I looked at the floor.

There was a BIG peepee puddle.

Bad Man! BAD! No bisquit!!!

Dad walked me outside to piddle like a GOOD dog... and then he tried to forget about it- he told Pa, but Pa said it was the same guy who sometimes bangs on our door when he gets drunk and can't figure out which apartment is his, so... not to worry.

...the next day when it was time for my walk... there was a new puddle.

It's starting to stink now. Ew.

Dad took pictures, to show the landlord... and he's glad he did...

...cause today there's more puddle. It isn't a leak- it's a man. he must be going there the same time of day more or less, and you can see where he pee pees, right in front of the elevator...

GROSS.

Why aren't there laws about that... and if there are... who enforces them?

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I saved everybody's lifes today.

I DID!

Well... okay. Maybe I just saved them from something BAD (tm) happening.

You can never tell.

We have some bad peoples, who live in our apartment building. They wear pantyhose on their heads, and they talk funny, and they keep trying to talk to us because they think I'm big and bad- but Dad keeps trying to tell them he is not interested in selling me, or fighting me. (fight? EEK! I don't FIGHT...)

Tonight, I gave out a BIG *BOOF*BOOF* of warning to the house, and Dad said sleepily, "hush." ...but I refused to hush. I barked again, in my 'something bad is wrong' Boof-sound. It's not too loud, but it is VERY firm!

Dad finally came out, and bent down over my bed, and said "hey. knock it off." and I looked him RIGHT in the eye and said "boof." Which means , "hey. I KNOW what I am saying, Bud... and you need to go look, because something is Not Right. (tm)."

Dad listened... and he went to the door and looked...

...and sure enough, the men with the baggy clothing and pantyhose on their heads were arguing in the hall. There was a lot of them. They were mad. Some of them wanted to do something ("again" one kept saying) in the building, and a woman with them kept saying no, because she was going to be evicted if they figured it out.... they got to fighting about it very loud- (SEE? I knew that was coming!) and one of the men started pushing, slapping and punching her. They got into a fight about it.

Dad dialed 911 (which I could have TOLD him to do, if he'd only taught me you also do that in case of bad men with pantyhose on their heads! I thought it was only for when he was sick! hrmf.)... and now the police are coming to fix everything.

The police here are very nice. They come and take our neighbor away sometimes- she has to go to the hospital occasionally, to get medi-cated. Whatever that is. She's VERY nice when they finally bring her home. ...but pretty soon, it wears off, and she starts the screaming and talking to nobody again. Oh well.

Some humans are wierder than others.

I'm just glad there are 911-men to come whenever things get scary.

And I am VERY proud that I have protected my family from the Things Going On In The Hall (tm).

I deserve a Greenie.

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Did you know, Dad has been very VERY sick? I have been learning how to take care of him, too. That's been taking up ALL my time. I go everywhere with him, practically. I won't let him out of my sight! (what would he do without ME, after all... and... what would I do without HIM?)

I don't know what to do, truth be told- What happens when your pack leader gets sick? I hope he doesn't expect ME to make any of the pack decisions!! I'm not the Alpha type! (except in dinner. I can decide it's time for dinner, just FINE... Mmmmm dinner. Is it dinner time yet?)

I wear my cape (which is very pretty on me, thank you!) and people say 'wow, I didn't know rottweilers made such good service dogs!' and I SMILE. Just like a person, my lips go up, and my eyes SMILE. I even wag my tail-stump. Of COURSE Rottweilers make good service dogs!! We're working dogs, after all! The first dogs ever to be put in charge of taking care of our master's affairs were all working dogs... why wouldn't we always continue that?

Did you know where Rottweilers CAME from?

There is a GREAT article about that, here: http://www.donnerbergrottweilers.com/hisory-and-origin-of-the-rottweiler.html

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Good stuff... even if they're only bits.

Havin' a good life,
Big Bertha