Eleven

Today, February 26, 2011, Billie, my Rottweiler turns 11.

I’m thrilled about this for so many reasons.

  • Because the average life of a Rottweiler is 9 to 10 years
  • Because she has seizures (reasonably well-controlled, but still)
  • Because her mother and her grandmother both died at 8
  • Because I love her and I’d like her to stay forever

Her registered name is Vogelhaus’ I’m a Charmer.  Sometimes I call her Charming Billie.  She’s from the ‘I’ litter and her parents were Ch. Vogelhaus’ Hot Rod Hummer and Ch. Wittz Orbit the Moon.

I first saw Billie when she was three, maybe four, weeks old.  She was from a litter of nine puppies.  The puppies all had ribbons around their necks to tell them apart.  There were four girls: the white girl, the yellow girl, the orange girl and the mauve girl.  Later, the yellow girl (or the orange girl, I forget) became the dotted ribbon girl.  That girl was Billie.  I let the breeder pick my puppy because good breeders know their puppies better than anyone and I was supposed to get the mauve girl.  But in the way of things, someone decided not to take a puppy and someone else decided to take one and the dotted ribbon girl came home with me.

I knew that the temperaments would be good because that was one of the reasons I wanted a puppy from this breeder and this litter.  She’s on the small side for a Rottweiler, around 75 pounds, but I think it’s stood her in good stead and though she’s eleven, she’s still easily able to go for walks and jump into the car and go tracking with me.

In tracking, she has her TD (Tracking Dog) title.  We’re working on VST (Variable Surface Tracking).  She has an RA (Rally Advanced) and 2/3rds of an RE (Rally Excellent).  And she’s a Therapy Dog, which I suspect she likes above all else.

And today she is eleven.

7 thoughts on “Eleven

  1. Ten is a good age, but longer is better!

    Billie’s mother and grandmother both got cancer when they were eight, but it was worth the risk because they were such terrific dogs in so many other ways. I feel incredibly lucky that I’ve gotten to have her for so many years.

    • Me too!

      The mauve girl had a sadder life, not a horrible one, just a bit sadder. On the other hand, I think Billie would have had a very sad, and possibly horrible, life if she’d ended up where she was originally destined (though I’m not sure she ever *would* have ended up there for that reason).

  2. Hi,

    I just finished writing up my review of your book for Fantasy Literature and had come to your blog to check on something–and then found this post and couldn’t help but comment. :)

    Happiest of birthdays to your pretty rottie girl. I have an old rottie girl myself (12) and these days I’m just so thankful that she’s been able to be with me so long and in mostly good health. So I related to your post, so much. They are such great dogs.

    • Kelly, that’s fantastic!! Thanks for commenting!

      My first rottie lived to 9 and a half; my second to 12 and a half. I hope that means they’re living longer these days–I tell myself that anyway. :)

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