Ri Rove Rottweilers

I’m a dog man for sure.  Cats….can’t stand em.  About 4 years ago my sister got me a female Rottweiler puppy for Christmas ( I can hear all the awwwwws now).  Anyway, 4 years later and she’s the best dog I could ask for.  She’s well behaved (took a lot of work) super friendly, and silly as all get out.  She loves chasing squirrels, birds, and any other wild animal smaller that she.

Yesterday, MY and I went to Target to get a set of bowls for Onyx when she’s at her house.  While walking down the aisle I stumbled upon a stuffed chipmunk.  First of all it looks real as fuck.  Second it was like $15.  Now I don’t mind spending money on toys for Big O’  but usually the stuffed ones last a few days before she has ripped them apart and I come home to stuffing alllllllllll over my house.  For some reason I decided to go against my judgement and buy it.

Usually when I come home with a new toy Onyx takes a while to feel it out.  It seems like she is asking me, “Is this for me?”  Not this time!  I brought home the Chipmunk and instantly she was jumping around, trying to get it from me (told you it looked real).  I threw it to her and it was game on.

Literally 8 minutes later there was an explosion of stuffing preceded only by the ripping sounds of the mediocre seams on the faux rodent.

Instantly it was game over, no inserting more coins to get extra men, no continues, none of that.  Or so I thought.  Luckily I’m in a relationship with a lovely Martha Stewart-esque lady, she grabbed the saliva soaked mammal and went to town with her needle and thread.  Needless to say 10 minutes after the accident, a full 18-19 minutes after giving it to Onyx, MY had fully repaired and strengthened the chipmunk to “better-than-factory” conditions!  GO M.Y.!!!

Here’s a little video action of the silly girl in action….Onyx, not M.Y.