In the summer of 2013 Moni took part in a seminar. The topic was the bringing together of dogs with regard to pack management. The venue was an animal shelter. Moni drove there and joked before the beginning of the event if the shelter had Rottweiler. 

This question should become the fate. Moni was asked intensively why she was interested. After she said she had 4 Rottweiler at home, all animal protection cases, the people became all the more clairaudient. Yes, they had a beautiful Rottweiler male, who was unfortunately so disturbed that there could probably never be a mediation. Who knows Moni more closely will know what now followed. Moni was looking for Bruno, that's how they had named him after the bear in Bavaria, because he was a lost property. Bruno wanted to eat Moni first like everyone who approached his kennel.

After a while - Moni had crouched across him, reassuring him - Bruno allowed Moni to crawl him through the bars. The call of my great Rottimama, she had discovered a beautiful Rotti there, looked like a siren. It was a very poor sock that nobody dared to touch. I already knew this euphoric tone, there was something big going on. Well, let's see. The seminar started and I looked at Bruno on the shelter's website. Yeah, he was a great guy. I called the TH to get more information and identified myself as Moni's husband. Yes, Moni must have amazed everyone because meanwhile she was marching with Bruno around the area.

I suspected that the seminar would not remain without consequences. It is probably pointless to describe the course of the conversation after Moni's return home and also who lost the discussion. Bruno should come to us, if at all, first as a foster dog, but with a concrete option to stay, if he accepted me. Only a few weeks before I had been bitten by a foster dog in such a way that I had to spend the Saturday afternoon on the operating table. The pain and external traces were the one consequence. Invisible but all the worse were my nightmares and the sudden fear attacks when meeting strange dogs.

So I was the biggest obstacle at first, so it could only go wrong. Well, I pulled myself together and practiced which made it better every day, at least concerning the fear. As soon as I thought I was ready, we called the TH, asked them to castrate the boy and made an appointment so that Bruno and I could get to know each other. Bruno recognized Moni immediately and was happy. They put a muzzle on him and let him join us on the meadow. He behaved completely inconspicuously.

Alternatingly With Moni he only looked, with me he put a paw on my back for a short time, that was all. Unfortunately I couldn't take him with me immediately, because Bruno had been neutered the day before and the wound care should be completed by the local veterinarian. Almost 2 weeks later was the big day, Bruno had his stitches removed and his move was no longer in the way. It was impressive how much effort was put into the delivery. Due to an appointment at short notice from a third party, it was not possible for us to drive to the shelter on the agreed day during opening hours.

The nurse gave us her mobile phone number and we should call when we were in front of the gate. So it happened. Everywhere else they would have let us sign prepared forms, handed Bruno over and goodbye. Here it was different. Outside on the meadow, Kathrin, the nurse, sat down with us under a tree and told us every detail she knew about Bruno. She had been the one who had to go out when the emergency call came in that there was a very unfriendly Rottweiler on the way. It took over 2 hours before she could catch him. A collar had grown into his neck and had to be removed under general anaesthetic.

The scar remained until the end of his life. In the TH he showed himself generally as a misanthropist, but especially as a man-hater. The then director of the home only went to Bruno in a full protective suit. The exemplary briefing lasted over an hour. Bruno developed very well with us. He was attached to Moni and was fully focused on her. He tolerated me, I was allowed to cuddle him, feed him, but he only went for walks when Moni was not to be seen or at her explicit request. After 2 months he got a bad bronchitis because he sat day and night at his kennel gate instead of going to his heated hut. He got antibiotics and recovered quickly. Moni had to go to hospital for a few days. So I was here alone with 2 horses and 5 dogs.

Everything went well, even Bruno went to his hut and was easy to handle. Moni came home, Bruno cheered, sat at the grille and got sick again. So the little rascal blackmailed us and pushed through his move into the house. He was house-trained from now on. He didn't accept guests until the day he died. When Bruno had his run-down time or when feeding was due, the guests were locked away. You can deal with such circumstances if you want.

Bruno got older and walked lame more and more often. Arthrosis everywhere was the diagnosis. We had a gold acupuncture done and could not understand why it did not work to the usual extent. A few weeks later came the explanation. Bruno got an increase in circumference on his flank, showed a change in his nature and withdrew strongly. He had a large spleen tumour, the liver was also affected and there were many metastases in the lungs. 2 weeks after the diagnosis we had to let him be released. Bruno was a challenge.

Living with him made demands on us. For us, especially for Moni, Bruno would have gone through any fire. No Rottweiler before or since him has been so unconditionally loyal. Whoever understood and followed the "instruction manual" could not have had a better guardian angel. Often dog owners speak of their deceased dog as a soul dog or heart dog. For Moni, Bruno was definitely both.