Checking out the street.
Tug of war with Basko.
Together with the dobie of the house.
Looking at the goats.
My last rottweiler was called “Enzo” and he passed away in 2006. He was 9 and died of cancer.
He was a very good boy. He loved going for walks, looking at the goats, playing tug of war with my boxer and guarding the house. And he also loved being hugged and kiss the whole day.
I miss him forever, my babyboy.
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