Why Your Rottweiler Thinks He's the Boss (and Maybe He Is)
Why Your Rottweiler Thinks He’s in Charge – And Maybe He’s Right
Hoomans, let’s be honest. You may think you're in charge, but if you share your home with a Rottweiler like me, you probably know it's not entirely true. One minute, you’re setting the rules; the next, you’re apologising for sitting in our spot on the couch. So, let’s discuss why your Rottie might believe he’s the boss… and why you might actually agree.
The Natural Leader (According to Me, Thor)
Somewhere deep in my very handsome and majestic DNA lies an ancient duty: to protect, patrol, and make important decisions. That includes determining the optimal meal schedule (every hour, obviously), selecting prime nap locations, and ensuring proper household security (which means barking at suspicious leaves). When I take charge, I am simply fulfilling my noble calling.
The Art of Training… Who?
You might think you’re training your Rottweiler, but is that what’s really happening? Let’s take a common scenario: You ask me to sit before giving me a treat. But from my perspective, I've trained you. After all, every time I plop my well-muscled behind on the ground, you excitedly hand over snacks. Seems like I have you pretty well trained, don’t you think?
The Couch is Mine—Accept It
Hoomans have an interesting habit of claiming furniture as their own. But let’s get one thing straight: the couch belongs to me. Not because I bought it (questionable hooman rules say dogs can’t have wallets), but because I occupy it. If I have ever sprawled across it for a nap, it is now mine indefinitely. That’s how ownership works in the dog world.
The Sneaky Rottweiler Mind Games
If you say "no" firmly, you might believe the discussion is over. But I, Thor, prefer to view this as a starting negotiation. Did you really mean no, or do you just need to be convinced? Perhaps a well-placed head tilt or an extra soulful stare will change your mind. And if that fails, I’ll unleash my most powerful move—the deep, dramatic sigh of disappointment.
Who Really Wins the ‘Bed Space’ Debate?
I have observed that you humans start off with grand plans, claiming that dogs must sleep in their own beds. But night after night, the story changes. I ever-so-gently expand my presence, staking claim to an entire half (or more) of the bed. Eventually, you cave. You curl into the tiniest possible position while I stretch like royalty, basking in my fluffy kingdom.
A Leader with Love
The truth is, I don’t take control for selfish reasons—everything I do is out of love. I guard the house because I want you safe. I insist on naps because you clearly need rest. I demand belly rubs because, well, that one’s just for me. But, as your faithful Rottweiler, all my "bossy" ways come from a place of devotion.
So, hooman, maybe it’s time to accept reality. You live in my kingdom now. But don’t worry, my reign is one of sniffing adventures, cuddles, and boundless loyalty. And as long as you keep the treats coming, this boss isn’t going anywhere.
Woofs and wags,
Thor
