As a result of previous controversies, I wasn't going to mention Zoey. But, then I think what the **** and I can bear and grin and take all of the nasty doo-doo that I deserve to be flung my way. A few days ago I was contacted by Animal Control and was asked to take in a female rottweiler and her young pups. They knew it would be a lot for me to handle, but the shelter couldn't take in these babies. So the next day I drove to pick up these sweeties. Silly me. Zoey is a six or seven year old Rottweiler. cropped tail, whose previous owners had to quickly leave the state and left her and her newborn pups in the care of a family member...who couldn't care for them, either. Zoey had been living on a short chain with a small dog house, and the pups had been born outside. Those people cared enough to call Animal Control for help. Zoey was wearing an oversized spiked collar, which didn't seem to match her personality. I was initially worried that I would be a stranger approaching a Rottweiler with pups....so I wisely brought raw steaks as a peace offering. Zoey is somewhat thin, all of those extra calories going toward keeping herself warm. The steaks worked their charm and Zoey and I quickly became friends. She and the pups came home with me and went into the barn, away from the wind and snow and rain, until I was sure of her temperament. She quickly moved into my front room, I keep the door open to keep it warm in there. Daddy was described as a sort of hairy stray with a blue eye, who attacked anyone who came near while Zoey was in heat. Pups were also born on Valentine's day; all seven of the pups are sable--some darker, some lighter...some look as if they have a mask. Zoey is getting along in the house, prefers to go outside to potty. She's the right height for a female rottie, definitely underweight, but looking better with a few days of good food. At the moment, she is just starting to look like a Rott again (picking up a few pounds), she moves like a Rott.