How Rescuing Changed Me

Adopting my rottweiler from a rescue organization was an experience that changed my life forever. I had always loved the breed, I knew that they were often misunderstood and sometimes unfairly stereotyped as aggressive or dangerous dogs. So, when I decided to adopt a dog, I knew that I wanted to give a rottweiler a chance.

I began searching for rottweiler rescue organizations and soon found one that was not too far from my home. When I visited their website, I saw a picture of a beautiful rottweiler named Alex. His big brown eyes seemed to look straight into my soul, and I knew right away that he was the dog for me.

I contacted the rescue organization and set up a time to meet Alex in person. When I arrived at the shelter, Alex was very pitiful looking and having mange and very under weight, but there was something about his eyes that just spoke to us. He was a bit shy at first, but he warmed up to me quickly and soon had his head in my lap, shaking his nubby with joy.

The rescue organization told me that Alex had been found abandoned in a basement with his mother who was deceased when they arrived. They believed that he had been abandoned by his breeder as the last of the litter that had not been sold off. He had some minor health issues, but nothing that couldn't be treated with proper care and love.

I knew that adopting Alex would be a big responsibility, but I was willing to do whatever it took to give him a loving home. The rescue organization helped me with the adoption process, and after a few days Alex was in my car, on his way to his new forever home.

Over the next few weeks, Alex settled in nicely to his new home. He was a big, goofy dog with a heart of gold. He loved to play, go for long walks, and snuggle on the couch with me. And I quickly discovered that rottweilers were not the aggressive monsters that some people believed them to be. Alex was a gentle giant, and I could not imagine my life without him.

After a few days with us we noticed that he really didn't seem to respond to his name and while talking my wife said I am really glad we took a "chance" on him and he came running with almost perfect recall. So we tried it a few more times using Chance as his name and it was like he was telling us that is who I am not this Alex you keep calling, so from that point on he was known as Chance.

Adopting Chance from the rescue organization was one of the best decisions I ever made. Not only did I give him a second chance at a happy life, but he also gave us a loyal and loving companion who brought many years of endless joy and happiness to our family.