I Used To Own A German Whiner

Yes, they are a rare breed. Mine came to me in the way of a lost child. I found him wandering on the sidewalk of a busy street in Surrry BC. He had that five o'clock shadow of a pure bread police dog, although he looked less than four months old. I named him Rolly hoping that he would mature into the Roland role.

However, it described him at his best asset presently. He loved to walk a few yards and then roll on his back so that I could tickle his tummy. This dog would have been a flunk-out from the cop program for sure. He was much too friendly.

Rolly had beautiful brown/reddish colors and loved to smooch kids. He put Ben’s nose out of joint for a year. Once Rolly learned to hunt with Ben and chase the rabbits right into the hunter/killer’s jaws, Ben tolerated his goofy presence. He sure missed Ben when I put him down because of a back injury. Ben was 14 or so.

Rolly loved dogs, kids, puppies, everything! He would whine when playing gently with a pup. Kids were greeted with a waggle, whine and smooch as a matter of course. He became my Ambassador and sang my praises just by the way he behaved.

When Al came along, Rolly would never leave the little guy by himself as we took walks. Al was really Rolly’s pup and to get him close, I needed to ask Rolly to get him.