Who cared whether you could change motor oil when you could snap a rottweiler’s neck in 2. 8 seconds? Now there was a practical skill.
We have nine hungry Rottweilers on the farm.
When somebody comes to your front door, and they're screaming obscenities at you and telling you to come outside, and you've had your life threatened several times, you take it pretty seriously. It's the reason I have a Rottweiler.
In time of war, if you go through a bad neighborhood, I don't want a little French poodle, I want a Rottweiler on my hands.
The rottweiler stood his ground and waited for me to take the next step in the dance of ritualized intimidation. Instead, I leaped at him. Screw ritual. Now was not the time to stand on ceremony.
Once you've got a bull terrier, you never want another dog. I've got six bull terriers, a rottweiler and a bulldog.
When you walk through a bad neighborhood, you don't want a poodle by your side. You want a Rottweiler.
My kids are around pit bulls every day. In the ’70s they blamed Dobermans, in the ’80s they blamed German Shepherds, in the ’90s they blamed the Rottweiler. Now they blame the Pit Bull.
I'm a big fan of the Mars Bar Diet. You don't eat the Mars bar, you stick it up your arse and let a rottweiler chase you home.
The bad news was that the yard contained a dog. A very, very large dog, wide and hairy, like a cross between a rottweiler and a Goodyear blimp.
I wouldn't even think about bribing a rottweiler with a steak that didn't weigh more than I do.
