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Purchasing a puppy is or, should be one of the most important things that you do in this lifetime. You as the owner of this precious gift of life are going to be the sole provider & caregiver of this dog for the duration of its lifetime. The quality of your dog’s life will depend of the type of person you are, how & where this dog fits into your priorities.

There are things that should and need to be considered BEFORE you decide to purchase a puppy.

1) Do you have the time in your life to  

   be a responsible owner; can you

   provide the necessary care & training

   for a Rottweiler?

 

2) Do you have the money to provide the

   proper food; training & Veterinarian

   care for a Rottweiler?

 

3) Do you own your Home?

   a) If not, what will you do if your

   landlord tells you that you that 

   he/she will not rent to you, because

   you have a Rottweiler?

   b) What will you do if you cannot

   obtain Home insurance?

 

4) What will you do if the area where you

   are living decides to ban Rottweilers?

  

5) What will you do with your Rottweiler 

   if you should lose your job or, if your 

   career requires you to travel allot?

 

6) What will you do with your Rottweiler,

   if your relationship breaks up?

 

7) What will you do with your

   Rottweiler, if you seriously become ill

   & can no longer provide care?  

 

8) What kind of arrangements have you 

   made in your will, if you should die

   before your Rottweiler? 

 

At Khayrick we are looking for loving, responsible, LIFETIME owners of our beloved breed. Your Rottweiler should be treated as a treasured family member & be one of the top priorities in your life. You as a Responsible owner should have arrangements made for your Rottweiler should anything occur in your life, which would result in you not being able to provide care.  These provisions should be exactly the same, as they would be for your own Children. 

We are living in times where we have to work harder & be more responsible than ever before or, we could lose the right to own a Rottweiler. There are more Breed Bans of which Rottweilers are on top of the list. As owners of this magnificent breed, we must go that extra mile by training, socializing & becoming ambassadors. If not, we will lose the honor, right  & pleasure of owning a Rottweiler. 

At Khayrick we do not take breeding lightly, please do not take owning any Rottweiler lightly. Please scroll down to read an article, which literally reduced me to tears.  Please take dog ownership seriously.

 

HOW COULD YOU?

By Jim Willis, 2001

A man in Grand Rapids, Michigan took out a $7000 full page ad in the paper to present the following essay to the people of his community:



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 homecomings, 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've 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 tomeet 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.
And 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 directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you.

I will think of You and wait for you forever.

May everyone in your

Life continue to show you so much loyalty.

 

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 & 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.

Please use it to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards. Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and
that all life is precious. Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay and neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals.
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Jim Willis

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