The First Time I saw a Rottweiler
February 17th 2008 21:00
My sister and I were sitting in the car. Our parents have just pulled up behind a ute that was waiting for the traffic lights to turn red. In the back of the ute was a large Rottweiler. Never being near a Rottweiler before, we had no idea how aggressive they could be. This one looked at us calmly. I was marvelling at its handsome build and about to say, “Check out that nice dog,” to my sister when all of a sudden, as if it finally dawned on it that strangers were looking at it, the dog started barking wildly. “Woof, woof, woof!” it barked over and over again until the lights turned green and the ute had driven off.
“That’s one bad dog,” my father said. “If it was loose it would tear you to bits.”
To this day, whenever someone mentions the phrase, delayed reaction, my sister will retell the Rottweiler story.
“That’s one bad dog,” my father said. “If it was loose it would tear you to bits.”
To this day, whenever someone mentions the phrase, delayed reaction, my sister will retell the Rottweiler story.
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