The Persephonie Scrolls - Vol. II

This month, I thought I would give another update on life with Persephonie, the puppymill Rottweiler that I adopted last year. After being here for a little over a year, she has settled in very well. But one thing is for sure, there is never a dull moment around the Sephie girl.

She is very intelligent. She learns things very quickly and loves her obedience classes. Since she is extremely food motivated, this girl is always ready for a lesson as long as it involves a choice tidbit. Unfortunately, her intelligence is what you might call "book smarts". You see while my sweet girl might do great in obedience; sometimes I have to wonder if there are rocks out there with more common sense. I hate to say it, but sometimes I kid around that she's the "dumb blonde" of Rottweilers (before you flame me, let me say that I am a blonde myself).

Case in point:

Sephie's New Best Friend

A few months ago, Persephonie discovered that she is not the only Rottweiler in the house. Their first meeting occurred in one of the spare bedrooms. When she first spotted this "new" dog, her first response was territorial. The hair on her back stood up and a low growl warned the stranger away. The stranger however merely growled back and met her glare. Being the submissive creature that she is, Sephie backed down first and edged away. She let out another growl, this one more of a whine. She dropped her eyes. The other dog did the same.

As soon as I could stop laughing, I encouraged my big brave dog to investigate this intruder. She did. Realizing that the dog didn't want to hurt her, she decided to make friends. The other Rottie displayed the same body language. Clearly, it was a very friendly creature. She wagged her nub at it and it wagged right back.

My, what a handsome dog this was! She flirted with it and whined at it. It flirted right back. They both put on quite shameless displays. Finally, she dropped into a play bow. And it did, too.

I finally stopped her when she started lifting that big pancake paw of hers and smacking the other dog. In case you haven't figured it out, I was afraid she would break my mirror.

Since that first meeting, the other Rottie has turned up in several other places, including blank TV screens. "Reflection" has followed Sephie to my mother's house, where she often hides in glass of the French doors. Once, she even followed us to obedience class. Sephie was on a sit-stay beside an equipment cabinet with a mirror on the side. She glanced over, recognized her best friend, immediately started whining. It took every ounce of her will power to keep from getting up and inviting "Reflection" to play.

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