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Below are some great dogs that are looking for a forever home.  For more information, please contact the person or society listed below the particular dog that you are interested in.

 

If you have, or know of, a Rottweiler that you would like listed on this page, please email me the dog's information, and your contact information, along with a picture.

 

Please Note:  The dogs listed below are not being fostered by ourselves.  Most are in local Animal Shelters, SPCAs and Rescues.  They are listed on this page in hopes of finding a forever home.

 

 

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"CEDRIC" - added February 21st, 2010

 

 

Do you like squishy, affectionate, easy going dogs? Cedric might be the one for you. He is a snuggle bug who gives tons of love, likes to go for walks, plays with his toys and would never turn down a tummy rub. Cedric needs a home where he will be loved and pampered all the time. He has a great personality and loves to be around people. Cedric shared his previous home with two small dogs and a cat. Cedric was a bit of a follower, letting his little buddy be the dog in charge. Car rides? Yes please! Cedric is an easy dog to be around but he requires more companionship than the average dog. Cedric requires a special diet and regular ear cleaning. Interested in learning more about Cedric?

 

Langley Animal Protection Society

 

604-857-5055      langleyanimalshelter@lapsbc.ca

 

 

 

"DESIREE" - added February 21st, 2010

 

 

Isn't Desiree darling? This compact girl is a happy-go-lucky companion. She is smaller than an average Rottweiler. She loves to fetch, gets along well with other dogs, and does well with cats, too. She's an easy walker with good kennel habits, and would do well in an adult home, or possibly with teenagers in the family. She'll give a woof at the door--(complete with a 'waggy bum') when needed.

 

Langley Animal Protection Society

 

604-857-5055      langleyanimalshelter@lapsbc.ca

 

 

"SCHATZE" - added February 19th, 2010

 

Schatze is approximately 3 years old. She is from the local BYB puppy mill who decided to get out of Rottweilers (at least the male half of the equation so hopefully the ex-wife will too as she does not like big dogs and the Rotts were his thing) She was used for breeding and has probably had in excess of 3 - 4 litters of pups. I believe she was kept primarily in the kennel except when she had young pups and was then in the house. I was also told that she was used as a foster mom for other pups when needed. Her last litter was in September and they still have a couple advertised. 

She does not really respond to her name which is strange as it was the name on her medical records but for now I will keep it.

She has virtually no training and I will let her recuperate before I begin further working with her. Schatze has been great here so far, she loves to hug and be petted. I have not put her actually with my dogs yet as I have the new babies and enough stress going on.

I was told she chases cats, but while at the vets yesterday she showed an interest in a loose cat but did not try to drag me and responded when I told her to leave it. She supposedly had an issue at the vet's office in OR when he went to palpate her stomach, but when she went in yesterday to my vet to be spayed everyone said she was a love, and let them examine her and care for her without incident...She is crate trained, fine in a kennel and rides well in a crate, but does bark if left outside by herself in a run(she prefers to be in the house).

I was told she has issues with men, but she has been fine here when introduced properly (she did however bark fiercely but then settled and went for a very long walk with Tom and has met several neighbors without incident. Apparently in Oregon she reacted strongly to two men who were moving a TV out of the house. (maybe she had not seen anyone moving something large or maybe she did not like the men? - who knows- I will try to set up something similar to see what she does)

She met the horses and showed no inclination to chase or bark at them but I do not have a cat to test her with unless we can find a neighbor. 

I believe because she was mostly a kennel dog,  that she is nervous until she has had a chance to figure it out. Last night after her surgery, she was grumpy but never did I worry about her trying anything. What I have seen with her so far is that she wants attention and to please and needs boundaries set so she knows what to expect. I kept her in the living room in a crate and she slept quietly. If she barked I told her to quiet and she did.

 If anyone can take and foster her and work with her or if you have someone with an interest in meeting her let me know, any one in my area has one on one or class training's at a great discount! :).

 

I have included pictures of her, she has since been groomed and most of the brown undercoat is gone and she is thinner.

Please contact Karen at K9Kapers@aol.com

 

 

 

 

"ROTTWEILER PUPPIES" - added February 2nd, 2010

 

     

It’s not often we get puppies in care but we now have 3 of them. All girls and are now only 8 weeks old

All 3 are healthy active and loud. They run and play and jump and nip and chew until they drop into a sleep.

Dixie is a great pup. She is smart is learning to ask for the door, can be easily redirected and is willing to cuddle when it suits her. Something has happened to Dixie’s tail as it has a bend in it. We think it makes her look special.

Emma is a handful. She has a mind of her own, seems relentless in her pursuit of things to chew on and play tug with. She is the instigator in many play sessions. Emma wants what she wants when she wants it.

 

Faith seems to be a quiet girl, loves people, settles quickly and is easy to redirect. She is the first to stop playing and look for lap time; she seems more interested in what you are doing rather than what the other one are er are up to and follows people around constantly.

 

All the pups will have their initial vaccinations, are dewormed, and will be micro chipped and spayed before the adoption is finalized. We do not adopt outside of the province of British Columbia. While we appreciate everyone wants a pup, not every home is suitable for every dog and we will be placing the dogs according to their particular needs.

 

 

Please contact West Coast Rottweiler Rescue

 

www.westcoastrottweilerrescue.com

 

 

 

"KAHLUA" - added January 8th, 2010

 

 

 

We are desperately searching for a foster home, or better yet "foster to adopt" home for Kahlua. Please call 604-871-6885 if she seems like the right fit for your lifestyle and home and you're interested in helping a sweet senior girl!

Kahlua has a big heart but not much luck in life. After being surrendered to a shelter at 8 years old having the same owner her whole life, she found herself suddenly living in a concrete kennel instead of on a pillow in her living room. She really is having a hard time adjusting to shelter life, so we're hoping she finds her retirement home very soon.

Kahlua's foster mom says she was delightful in the home - VERY low maintenance and prefers to take up space on the floor, or bask in the sunlight on the grass in the yard. Kahlua, for her age, is very healthy per her vet check, but does have arthritis in her hips, so she is happy with a short stroll once a day. She is very friendly and affectionate, and likes to lean in for pets and give you the paw for more pets! She would be perfect for another senior person who enjoys a dog's companionship. This gal is still "sharp as a tack" and as smart a dog as they come!

Kahlua could have stayed at her foster forever, but with other resident senior dogs, Kahlua started to get very jealous of sharing affection. She would be best suited as an only pet in the home as she likes to suck up ALL the attention going on! If you have space in your home and heart for an ol' girl who deserves to be in comfort, please come visit Kahlua.

City of Vancouver Animal Control Shelter & Services

Vancouver, BC     604-871-6888

 

 

 

"COOPER" - added January 5th, 2010

 

Cooper is about 7 years old. He seems to as expected bond with his care takers, and he doesn't show well in a kennel.  He was kept separate and we haven't had him around other dogs. I don't believe he would get along with another dog. He had a smaller dog around him a couple times but he also wasn't really well enough to respond. He is so much better than when he first came in.  He has gained weight and has a lot more energy. I had him to the vet to be weighed a couple of times he was growling at young kids and adults that were outside the clinic. He is extremly eagar to please and has great food drive. That's what got us in and out of the vet clinic so much. The first time a vet went over him he didn't care, as he wasn't feeling well and was too weak to pass any judgement.  He needs to be in an experienced, low traffic home. You are welcome to stop by the kennel take a look at him. Other than that I can't tell you to much more. Unknown if he' s housebroken but imagine he is pretty good. He does keep the inside of his kennel clean but it's not a house. He travels well and is a good crate dog. He has been neutered, vaccinated, tattooed and dewormed.

Mission Animal Control

9541 Woodward Rd., Mission, BC

604.826.4496 or email martay@shaw.ca

 

 

 

HOW COULD YOU?

By Jim Willis 2001


  When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad,"
you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" - but then you'd relent, and roll me over for a bellyrub.


  My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.


  Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your home comings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her.


  I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love."


  As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch - because your touch was now so infrequent - and I would have defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.


  There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.


  Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.


  I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers."


  You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you.


  You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked.... "How could you?"


  They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you - that you had changed your mind - that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared..... anyone who might save me.


  When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry.


  My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The "prisoner of love" had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.


  She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"


  Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself - a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. With my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.


The End - Jim Wllis


  ** A note from the author:
  If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly owned pets who die each year in American and Canadian animal shelters. Anyone is welcome to distribute the essay for a noncommercial purpose, as long as it is properly attributed with the copyright notice.

 

 

 

   

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