Milo is Italian for soldier, and a soldier is what I was looking for in a Rottweiler. At the time Julie and I got Milo, I was on the road a fair amount and I always thought it would be good to have a dog that is a little more protective than our labs. You see, labs will bark and scare you, but other than licking you to death, there is little possibility that they would stop an intruder or an attack.
With that knowledge I started keeping an eye out for a dog a bit more protective and tough! One day while going to purchase dog food I saw something very unique, a full grown rot, in a cage too small and with its tail in tact. Being an easy mark, I asked to see the dog and we began to play a bit. A few minutes later I owned the dog and we were on the way home. Of course with approval from Mrs. Gilley.
Milo became a special dog, wild at first but with some training he became the family clown. He is funny, goofy and lovable. He is also huge and scares the fool out of most people, especially those riding bikes next to the car as we drive by. Mornings he can be found at the back gate letting everyone in the neighborhood know he is Roman and in charge. The Romans used Rottweilers in camp for security and other duties and they became a great work dog.
Milo has brought tremendous joy to our house and tremendous frustration. He has a fascination with the other dogs chew bones. At night when we settle down, each dog gets a chew bone. Once they splinter a piece off, Milo wants that piece, however, he wont get it himself, he wants and even demands that we get it for him. The demands include pawing us, pawing the couch, barking and other highly irritating maneuvers. Ultimately, you give in and get the dog what he wants. He is of course MIlo!
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