Just look at this face! Don't be fooled by the small photograph. This kid weighs over 80 pounds; he's huge! (and so adorable.)
I'm a foster mommy now for this adolescent Rottweiler. His name is Big Boy, but I took the liberty of renaming him Wesley. He likes it better. He thinks it sounds more refined, and reflects his personality in a more positive light. I think he actually IS a big boy and needs some training. He's been neglected and malnourished, poor thing.
He's absolutely as sweet as can be, and we've become tight friends over the past week, although it feels like a few weeks. I've seen him interact with other humans, and what melts my heart is he clearly favors me over all others. He is very friendly to everyone though, except for that one time when a friend came over, through the back gate. Quiet, nonvocal, jolly Wes surprised me by standing in front and barking twice in a protective manner. I reassured him the intruder was a friend. Good boy. hehe
This is sort of like one of those lease-to-own deals, where Wesley and I could potentially become a permanent family. That idea is becoming less daunting to me, the more I spend time with him, and the more I watch The Dog Whisperer.
I'm pretty much in love with him... sigh. When he's around, I feel like I can just be myself you know? Goofy and snuggly. He doesn't mind my current obsession with non-stop watching of Seinfeld. He doesn't mind that I talk to him in baby voice or that I can't run as fast as he can. He's protective of me, and basically the perfect man.
The only problem is the fleas. He's got em, and now so do I. Well, until yesterday. We had the Critter Getters come in and bomb the whole house and yard, and he got a good scrubbing. But man, look what I have had to deal with!
It's been a trial, but Wes is worth the trouble. I'm already completely smitten, head over heels.
