I was born on January 9th, 2010. My mommy had vowed to not get another dog after my big sister, Tiffany, died, but mommy didn’t last very long. I was already alive on the day my sister, who I never met, went across the Rainbow Bridge. Tiffy was a Rotti, too. Mom likes Rotties, but swears that I will be her last, since mom doesn’t own a house anymore. We have been fortunate to find landlords who are not prejudiced against such loyal dogs as me and Tiffy. We’ll just see how that plays out. But we won’t see for a long time, because I plan on living for quite a few years after they cut off this pain in the butt leg.
I love to swim. My mommy says that it’s because I was born with a bikini on. If you look closely at my markings, I have on a bikini, boots, gloves and a mask. I have umlauts. Mommy says that’s because I’m a German dog. They are the two dots over the eyes. I’m sure hoping that this red tide mess is over with by the time the vet says I can go in the water. Mommy is going to buy me a new life jacket. I don’t really need one, but mommies worry about their babies, so she’s going to get me a new life jacket and we are going to strengthen my three legs by swimming. My paddleboard days are over, though. Mommy thinks that’s how I blew my ACL. This leg has been a problem more than once. Would you believe that I got what they think is cancer right in the same spot as my ACL surgery? What a fiasco!
Here is a video from 2 months before I lost my leg. I want to save people from the pool.