Hi. Rosie here.
I’m 7 months old, a Rottweiler obviously, and apparently my life needed a little... rebranding.
I was found living on the streets with a homeless man, which is probably why I have absolutely no idea that I’m supposed to be impressed by fancy things. Give me a person to love, a dog to play with, something to eat and I’m pretty much set.
When I came into rescue, they decided they wanted to change my name. Apparently “Rosie” is too basic. Well, here’s the thing...
I answer to Rosie. So here is to the basic dog names! At least I’m not a Bella or a Luna. No offense to those dogs I’m sure they are great.
Anyway, now that we’ve settled that not very important issue, let’s talk about me.
I’m basically a 7 month old Rottweiler who was built like a baby giraffe they hit the wrong button by accident. I’m long, goofy, and approximately 10 pounds mentally.
My legs are still under investigation.
I run like I’m being chased, stop like I’ve never used brakes before, and occasionally trip over myself for absolutely no reason. I recover quickly because dignity is overrated.
I LOVE people. I LOVE dogs. I love playing, getting attention, and generally being involved in whatever is happening.
If there is something going on, I would like to be included. If nothing is going on, I’m happy to create something.
I’m still a puppy and I’m still learning how this whole “being a house dog” thing works. I’ll need a family who can give me some patience, structure and guidance while I figure everything out.
But I promise you this...
There is a really amazing dog underneath all this puppy chaos.
I’ve already survived a pretty unconventional start to life. Now I’d really like the boring stuff. A couch. A family. Regular meals. Someone who thinks my ridiculous legs are adorable. And a forever home where nobody tries to rename me.
My name is Rosie, Rosie it is.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have absolutely no idea where I’m going, but I’m about to run there.
Bye People!
