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Not that we don't HAVE both, heck, we even have a pair of ferrets, but I prefer my dogs. My favorate one by far is Max (short for Maxamillion, and he fit his name PERFECT). When I got him he was a 4 month old Rottweiller, and weighed in at maybe 20 to 25 lbs. He was the runt, and I always loved the runts. Now in the 6 years that we had him (he unexpectedly died of a snakebite in the backyard one night) he grew into a 175 lb BEHOMOTH! And he was the gentlest little thing. My daughters when they were younger used to ride him like a horse, and the youngest would actually BITE his ear, and he just shrugged it off. He never showed any distemper at all to anyone in the house, resident or guest. You could walk right up to the backyard and pet him, even if you were a total stranger!.....Until it got dark. Somehow he just KNEW that at night, NOBODY had any business near the fence. I mean if you came near it he would go NUTS barking at you, even if you were a friend of the family and he knew you. Now if you came into the house, and we went out the back door together, he would love you just as usual, just DON'T come to the fence at night. It was uncanny the intelligence of Max, and I miss him so much....Now our next Rottweiller after him is Zeus....and what a totally different dog. He barks at ANYBODY that even is walking down the street, he barks at the trees if the limbs are blowing in the wind, he even attacked a tree once when a pinecone fell out and hit him in the head one time...it was SO funny. I swear if dogs could be born with a mental disorder (i.e. 'special' kid) then he is a perfect example. But I still love him.
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