Rottweilers don’t know they are not lap dogs. Chase would back up to the couch and when his butt touched the cushions, he would keep backing up until his whole butt was sitting on the couch, front legs just standing there. He’d do the same on your lap..
Chase didn’t eat the baby. Toddler Philip would crawl up to Chase and take rawhide bones from his mouth; Chase just looked forlorn and spoke with his eyes saying, “he took my bone.”
One birthday I bought Rick a red toy remote control race car. Off leash, Chase would chase the car up the street, down the sidewalk, and turn circles in the driveway.
There was the essential purchase of the Radio Flyer Town & Country wagon for Philip.
At the BKC show, a vendor had the tongue to fit that wagon. I bought a RED carting harness. Chase trained easily—unleashed, go/stop-wait at crossings, called back for wide U-turns. We dressed the outfit like a chuck wagon with Philip in cowboy gear, or 4th of July flags..
After the CDX, Chase learned every UD routine. but he hated the competition. Every time, every show, something different would get messed up. We stopped going. I knew he could do every part, but we found agility instead. He loved racing the obstacle course with me. And he thrived at carting, earning his certificate.
Before and after Philip was born, Chase was my answer to social anxiety. People could talk to me about my dog and I was able to relax. Chase pulling Philip in the wagon was an awesome conversation starter.