In April of 2002 we lost our most beloved friend, an 8 year old Rottweiler, name Goliath. It was a very difficult loss.
On the morning of Nov. 24, 2002 we received a call from my sister-in-law telling us to turn on channel 30’s Sunday morning show. They were featuring the Granby Animal Control Officer with a dog from the Berlin Dog Pound, a Rottweiler they had named Goliath.
We had 2 dogs already and had no intentions of getting another dog but there was something about this dog that I could not shake, so off we went “just to look”.
When we got to the Berlin pound we were told Goliath was found roaming the streets, they had held him for 4 weeks and even with all the advertising no one claimed him. Because he was such a nice dog they where trying the TV.
He was very thin, about 2 to 3 years old, neutered and with long hair, not very common in Rottweilers. The thing that touch my heart the most were his soft, gentle eyes and the way he was interacting with a small child that was there at the time.
I could not leave without him but I did need to change his name.
After 24 hours Bear had been accepted as part of the family.
Bear did show some signs of abuse, however, ducking and flinching when legs were crossed or hands were raised. Running away when food was tossed or a ball was thrown, but never showing any sign of aggression or loss of the desire to be with people.