Rottie #6 Joe Joe

Well this was the last Rottie we got and crazy thing is I got him for free, just had to pick him up in Albuquerque towards Coors. At the time he was 2 years old already. They told us that he was a purebred American Rottweiler, but later we would find out that he was half American and half German Rottweiler. I named him after one of our friends, but also after myself, because sometimes they would call me “Joe.” A shorter way to say Joker, but at first when we got him, he seemed more like a dog that was all about following a man owner rather than a female. So I encouraged my husband to show this pup attention and it seems like the best choice. At first Joe Joe or what I nicknamed him “Bobo.” Now if you know me usually have a unique way of getting their nicknames. In this case I happen to love music by J. Balvin and he has a song called “Bobo” and that is where that name started.

Like I mentioned earlier that he was first more about following a male than a female, but eventually he became my dog completely. Always learned to follow my commands and would retract his teeth when he got to close to any part of my body that he could bite, but was very great about that! However, we did not expect that we would be the owners of a Bear Rottweiler, until I guess too many chains were broken. I mean we had to chain him to a telephone pole. I always hated that he was tied up, but my dad was scared for his wolf/husky named Nebo. At one point my dog almost killed him and that was the reason for having him tied up. I do know that he is a scary looking dog, because of how my little brother acted when he met him for the first time. Granted that this guy is a Marine and he literally shook when my dog moved towards him. Of course Bobo would come to love my little brother because at one point my husband and I were on the road and my parents needed to get Joe Joe back on the leash. So they called my little brother and he showed up and like nothing he slipped the collar back on him.

Joe Joe is the oldest living Rottie that I ever had. He was 15 at the time that he passed. He passed on March 10th of this year. It sucks because I know he tried as hard as he could to keep going, but then when it seemed like he needed to go, I said “It’s ok, time for you to rest, you’ve done enough for us all!” It didn’t even take that long and he was done. He died at 1030 and my heart has broken once again. Now we just have Chiquita the Rottie mix, but she’s a miniature that we got from her following my husband into the gas station. Gas Max to be specific, and we also have my dad’s dog Nebo. Of course we have Chubby and he is our pride and joy, but we will protect this one to the utmost. Miss you papa, but I know that you will always be watching out for me, like those that have ment the most to me, those that were taken from me. Overall, I have many protectors so come at me!