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The desire to have a dog never became an issue for me until I bought my own house. Owning your own home, meant the freedom of owning whatever pets you wanted without the constant hassle of Landlords and house inspections. I embarked on the journey into dog ownership very seriously exploring many species of canine by attending a local dog show on 4 consecutive weekends looking at the many species available.I had always liked the idea of a bigger dog so looked predominantly at Labradors and German Shepherds............... that was until I spied the Rottweiler. I wandered around, speaking to breeders of the Rottie and decided my search was over. I told a workmate who also owned a female rottie of my choice and the warnings commenced immediately about the "hazards" of Rottweiler ownership. I recall vividly laughing heartily at the warnings. After the formalities of securing a dog from my choice of breeder I bought my bundle of joy home. He was the cutest thing you ever want to see and I loved him at once, though it wasn't long before my precious little pup was to test that love beyond limit.

The contest for home ownership was fierce and finally I am reluctant to admit that despite much reading, many enquiries, training and persistence......... My Dog now owns the house and I am lucky he lets me live here with him.

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Lex and the rubber gloves

When I worked in kitchens I was always grabbing a handful of those thin plastic food handling gloves and taking them home with me... they were very handy for a variety of duties. One afternoon I had been out on the patio replanting some pot plants and had grabbed a pair of the gloves to keep my hands clean. After finishing what I was doing, unnoticed by me Lex came along and took one of the gloves. When it came to tidying up I didn't even notice that one of the gloves was missing.

He had obviously been outside emptying his bowels, and when it came to passing the glove a minor blockage had occurred. As he strained to remove the glove it had begun to inflate. When he came to me, the pink object that had caught my eye was 2 semi inflated fingers protruding from his anus. Obviously the situation called for the donning of more rubber gloves to remove the first, but a valuable lesson was learned. Lex no longer feels the urge to eat thin rubber food handling gloves.

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LeX and the green slime

As many of you will know at certain times of the year the Canning River which is quite close to my home becomes taken over by a green algae which gives the river the appearance of having a covering of green slime. One day while walking by the river, Lex was obviously getting agitated at being so close to water and not actually being allowed to get into it. When we returned to the car instead of getting in as was my plan, he made a bold and daring lung for freedom. He ran full pelt down to the river. Because the slime extended from the edge of the river some 4 - 5 metres out; when Lex hit the waters edge and the slime, it gave the appearance that the slime was solid and safe to walk on. As I frantically walked toward him calling for him to come back; I watched as he stood at the waters edge, (he was standing in about half a foot of water covered in slime) With that stupid smile that he appears to get on his face he raced forward into (or as he thought onto) the river. Just at this point the river gave way very sharply and dropped about 3 - 4 feet. Imagine his face when he was swallowed up by what he had considered solid ground. The shock was enough to stop him momentarily and I was able to recapture him. He emerged from the river covered in slime from head to foot; at this sight my rage could only turn to bemusement at the spectacle.

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LEX AND THE RUBBER DINGHY

Years later I am at the beach with some friends and their children. One of the guys had bought a blow-up dinghy along and the kids had been paddling around in it earlier in the day. Lex had been intrigued all day by the dinghy and had made several lunges at it; for what reason ? Who knows ! Damage had been averted and after a while Lex seemed to lose all interest in the craft. Much later in the afternoon the owner of the dinghy again launched it into the water with all the younger children (2 - 3) in it.
Lex saw his chance and after casually strolling off, appearing to be interested in some seaweed further down the beach, he suddenly veered off and headed full pelt into the water. It was the funniest thing. He was so determined! He swam as fast as he could toward the dinghy ( he must have looked like jaws swooping on his victim)and upon reaching it he promptly began to rip it to pieces. Kids falling off the dinghy everywhere, their father grabbing for them, not knowing that the insane dog wasn't interested in them...... just the yellow dinghy. Once it began to sink, he obviously felt as though it had been destroyed/killed and swam back to shore, emerging triumphant onto the beach and giving himself a well earned shake. He had that stupid Rottweiler grin that kind of said how proud he was of himself. It was the funniest thing to see and I certainly laughed heartily, that is until I was presented with the bill for the dinghy.

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Dr. Lex

Canning River, a warm spring day! This is a rather well to do area with large houses lining the rivers edge and some lovely parkland. As we approached the river I noticed a water bird laying listlessly by the waters edge. I tied Lex up and went closer to investigate. It was sick from the algal bloom in the water. I spoke to C.A.L.M and they suggested calling a ranger., though they did say there was probably little that could be done. As luck would have it there was a ranger parked at the end of the road.. obviously having lunch or something.

The walk was about half a kilometre so I let Lex off the lead and down we went to speak to the ranger. When I approached the van I found it wasn't a ranger at all, but some sort of service person. I decided that I would go back to the phone box and call a ranger so started back along the river in the direction we had just come. Lex suddenly took off. He hadn't gotten near the bird but he had not forgotten that it was there. I couldn't stop him. He raced toward the poor hapless creature, took it in his mouth and proceeded to break its neck after a rigorous shaking. He then proudly carried it around to show everyone enjoying their afternoon by the river before burying the body in the fork of a huge gum tree full of leaves, probably for a snack next time he was at the river. <Shrug> well C.A.L.M did say there was little that could be done!