That was what we called them. We had driven from Chicago to the Atlanta breeders house to pick up Trigg, then saw Sasha’s mothers dark face with serious eyes and knew we were leaving with two dogs.
Looking back it was the best decision we could have made. They were three days apart in age; athletic, playful, and very interested in everything. They kept each other entertained.
They went everywhere with us. Our previous rott had not been well socialized; and at 120 pounds he could do damage. We were lucky on a number of occasions that no one was hurt. Although I did snicker when he took after the laborer that I knew had been teasing him through the back door of our house while I was away. The guy did a vertical jump into the back of his truck that was prize worthy when Angus burst past me through the door one morning. Funny thing is I think Angus felt the same way as I did as he trotted back to the house after his charge; with his drooly dog smile and big dark intelligent eyes.
We were determined that Trigg and Sasha would be big docile beasts, that children could tug at and people wouldn’t fear. Unfortunately we underestimated societies predisposition for fear toward big dogs. And the dogs sensed it and would react in kind.
I recall one family camping trip; I took the dogs for a walk and as I came around back to our site a family across the way grabbed all their children and hustled them into their caravan. A few minutes later the father came over and informed us that if he saw our dogs off leash or outside our camp area he would take action. We assured him they were contained and offered to have them put away while his children were out. After all, we were there to relax, and the dogs preferred the inside of the camper anyway with the AC blasting and TV humming.
Funny thing happened that night; We were sitting outside in the twlight, with the dogs, watching the sunset over the nearby lake. The kids next door had been taken for showers; so we were surprised when one came scampering around our trailer and jumped on Trigg. Trigg rolled over to his back and gave the child full access for a tummy rub. As the child lay hugging the massive dog the father ran over looking sheepish and blabbering apologies. We just sat and watched.
I can tell you later than night as I watched Jeff approaching walking the two dogs in the dark, I had a new view of the dogs.. they did look scary. For the first time I saw them maybe as others saw them, not as their loving mommy that still held them in my lap.
Unfortunately, two years later the dogs escaped the house early one am and took an unauthorized romp that ended with a neighbors alpaca being killed by them. They say the pack mentality can do strange things to a dog. The neighbor shot Sasha in the head; he said she was trying to run but I know the dog submitted when she heard the first gunshot and he walked to her and shot her point blank in the head. Trigg escaped, but he was not the same without Sasha and we made the heart wrenching decision to put him down.
Im still angry and sad about the loss; I hope my two monstos are playing free in doggy heaven.