THE INCREDIBLE MELTING CAESAR...

When Caesar first came here, Karen told me he could be a ‘talkative’ fellow, and I guess the ‘shock’ of traveling by plane and coming to a new house, with no “younger’ dogs must have quelled that talking streak in him, so I asked her about it. She said, “Well when he was young, I used to cuddle him and call him “My little dirty, birdie, Ferdie”, in a cuddly baby voice and he would talk and whine and get all excited… I know, I have now probably ruined Karen’s tough as nails reputation right there <G>

Perhaps we could just say SHE had someone else who told her that, LOL!

So being that I wanted to encourage him to talk to me, I tried substituting “My widdle, Caezar, wheezer, beezer…” (Which he seemed to like just fine). But what is really funny is upon uttering these words, and kissing his head, the whole puppy simply became instantly boneless, as though some curse had befallen him. Of course you must also gently rub and massage the “kissy spots” on the sides of his cheeks.

First the front end simply slid down, with his butt in still in the air, as though he valiantly tried to stand with just his legs and last 5 segments of his spine working, but then even that was quickly taken over by the ‘evil melting disease’ and the whole dog would simply fall and literally MELT (Not fall, not ‘flump’ but MELT) down and then onto his side as graceful as flowing liquid. There he would end up on his back, with his front two feet ticked ‘just so’, the back two feet frogged out to the side (after all, they had no bones in them) and then even his eyes became huge and liquid like, as though he was simply the most adorable baby that ever existed. He blinks his big eyes at you as if to say “Aren’t I just the most handsome, cutest, little baby you have simply EVER, laid eyes on? I am the incredible Melting pup, and I melt because I love you so.” And at the same time he makes this high-pitched, quiet little ‘talking whine’ as though following your every words.

I have yet to meet man or woman who was immune to this display of the “Incredible Melting Puppy” Even full-grown men have been brought down to the level of “Oh what a purty widdle boy!”

But, at almost 5 months old, he has gotten older and wiser, and this “special power” can also be used when caught chasing the kitty or busted for any other mischief.

“Caesar! Phooey!!! DROP that squirrel and let him go, NOW!!!!!” yells Alpha mom.

“Wha??? Me?” Melt, melt, and melt, until all that is left is a puddle of licorice black pudding with two brown limpid pools of eyes, blinking innocently at you. “What did I do??”

I can only imagine what this may look like when he has grown to his full size of over 110 lbs, and people see this “huge, scary, rottweiler” with his magical powers to melt on the spot, or melt the heart of unsuspecting victims!

Max of course, thinks this is the largest load of ‘hooey’ he has ever seen and tells me often with his famous ‘harrumph!’ and a roll of his eyes.

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This article is used with permission. © 2004 J.D. Ellis rottweilerdriver@aol.com