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| (Not available as a public Stud.) There is a saying that, "You only get one good dog." I have been very blessed to have several good dogs, but Diesel is my great dog. He is perfect in every way and I feel so privileged have him as part of my family. He is able to somehow combine a very sweet, gentle and quite affectionate disposition with that renowned Rottweiler power. Diesel is not lacking at all in confidence, and I have yet to see something that he hesitated in approaching. Besides being a constant companion and guardian to our family, he has saved my life twice an shown great courage in defending my (or "his") children as well. I have been so proud to exclusively offer his offspring so that other's may know the same completeness that comes from owning a "Diesel-dog."
Diesel and Baby Ethan
 Diesel was the first Rottweiler I purchased and is definitely an ambassador for the breed. He is very calm and gentle and infinitely patient with children. He is 128 pounds of pure muscle and stands 27 inches at the withers. (Click here for German Standards.) My Diesel Dog is the flawless result of a Fox Crni Lotos and Mandy Vom Hennekamp breeding. (Once you follow the link to pawvillege, you can continue clicking on the "Sire" and "Dam" to follow Diesel's German heritage back to the early 1900's to the original Foundation Rottweilers in Rottweil, Germany. You may note that the German standard has changed very little in over a century.) He has dark mohogany markings with a huge bear head and compact muzzle. Diesel has dark gums and very dark eyes. (He is also pictured on our "Home" page.) Diesel is not only the foundation of Guardian Rottweilers, but the heart of it has well.   This is my boy at the dog show in North Carolina this weekend looking as handsome as ever! Just look at those muscles and that powerful head and neck. I could fill my entire website with Diesel stories, but at my husbands suggestion, have included a few of my favorites. I was unloading groceries out of the back of my pick-up truck. (SUV's and mini-van's agre great for transporting my 2-legged children, but not so much for a few wet and muddy rottweilers  that have been playing at the lake all afternoon!) I had already put the kids inside the house and had returned to the truck for another armfull of groceries when I heard the storm door slam open and my Diesel came flying off the front porch, barreling towards me with a sound that can only be understood by those who have seen a rottweiler in action before. They are loud when they say "hello", and they can even sound ravenous when at play, but when they are in defense of their loved ones, it sounds like they have been plugged into a subwoofer! As I spun around, I saw a man approaching me from the rear squared off with both fists clinched. You do not have to be a police officer to realize that it was not a "let me help you with the groceries" stance. Upon seeing, and more likely hearing my dog, the man quickly crossed the street and ran through the neighbors yard. To my surprise, Diesel did not give chase, but instead remained glued to my side as I finished unloading the truck. What I really found quite amazing was how, everytime I reached back into the truck for another load, he would then face his rear to to me and the truck, so that he could remain vigilant on his "guard duty." It was a much like a SWAT manuver where the rear gunman covers "the six" or the back of the person in front. Miguel was quite upset with me later when he came home from work and I told him about my day that I had not called him sooner or the police. I told hom that if he had seen the look of terror on the guys face, he would know he was not coming back. Besides, he had not actually done anything worth reporting. You can't arrest someone for "looking ominous." That's why I have a Diesel ;-) Bad guys are not the only thing Diesel defends against. He also takes care of naughty husbands... My youngest son, Ethan, was born at home. He was a water birth, and the most amazing, beautiful and empowering thing I have ever been a part of. After he was born, Miguel took 2 weeks off work to help with our other children and the dogs. (Ironically, we had a litter in whelp at the same time I was delivering my son!) When Miguel finally returned to work, I think Diesel was no longer used to him coming home at 3:am. Diesel usually has full run of the house, so if he hears something that warrents inspection, he is free to take care of it. I have always loved how, instead of barking at everything he hears, he simply goes to take care of it himself. Ethan's nursery is adjoning the master bedroom. After my son was born, I started sleeping with our bedroom door closed, this way, if Ethan woke up in the middle of the night, he did not bother my other children. This made Diesel uncomfortable as he could no longer make his "usual rounds" inspecting the rest of the house and checking on each kid periodically during the night. More inportantly, he could not go and check on "things that went bump in the night" by himself as he was accustomed. Believe it or not, all this "background" info is really leading to a good story... When Miguel came home at 3:am, I could hear him downstairs. I was confident it was him, so I was not concerned--besides, if it was not-each kid has a dog in their bed, as well as my Diesel covering  Ethan and myself, so I was not worried at all. Diesel was not convinced so he did a low growl (I say low because of the tone, it it still quite unsetteling!) and went to the bedroom door. There he crouched, literally as if waiting to spring into action. He reminded me of a lion waiting to pounce on a wildebeast! From my standpoint, it was very neat to see as I often took it for granted that Diesel was a rottweiler as he is so gentle and nurturing with my kids. I tried to reassure Diesel and told him it was "just daddy." He then turned around and gave me this look that I am certain said, "woman, go back to sleep. I've got it covered." I could hear Miguel on the steps approaching the doorway to our bedroom. Diesel's growl started back up again and he lowered his center of gravity as though ready to strike. I yelled through the door for Miguel to say something to Diesel before he opend the door because Diesel did not know it was him. Whether arrogance (come on, you men all know you have plenty of that to go around :) or simply confidence in himself, Miguel did not head my warning. As the door opened, Diesel got about a foot off the ground before he recognized Miguel. He then dropped back to the ground and started to wag his little stump. Miguel missed that part. He had already lept in the air, slammed the door back shut and screamed like a little girl (I had always heard that expression and wondered why they said "like a little girl". I didn't think a grown man could really sound like a little girl. BELIEVE ME, he can!) When Miguel finally came back into the room, he was quite angry over his bruised ego and yelled at Diesel. I on the other hand was roaring with laughter!!  Ok, in all fairness to my husband, I should tell about the time Diesel got me good too. It was about 5 years ago, (so Diesel was about 2). As a police officer, I always came home at odd hours of the night. (It's not like I can say, "well, I was going to arrest you, but my shift is over, so if you promise to be good, you can go back home!" or, "well ma'm, I'm off work now, so you'll have to drive yourself to the hospital. You can use my cruisor, but be sure and return it in the morning." ;-)When I got off work, I always came in through the garage. Well, in Washing D.C, we had a pretty good snow storm and there was about 2 feet of snow in the drive. After a double at work, the last thing I felt like doing was shoveling the drive, so I just parked in the street and decided to come in the front door instead. We lived in a split level at that time, so when you came in the front door, you had a small enterance and then immediately half the stairs went up to the first floor, and haft the stairs went down to the basement. Diesel was obviously not used to me coming in the front door, because as soon as I opened the door, I swear there was a bear in my home with 6 inch fangs! He had his head lowered in that infamous stance with that very frightening growl that you are sure could only be produced by a rabid bear. I "did a Miguel" screaming very much like a little girl and slamming the door shut. I nearly fell off the porch! When I finally got the courage to open the door again (very slowly!), Diesel was there, stump and entire rear wagging and very happy to great me. Like I said, I could fill a novel with Diesel stories so I have tried to include just a few of my favorites. This last one goes to show that Diesel is not all "big, scary rottweiler," he is also very gentle, loving and patient with the little ones.  When Diesel was just a little guy (ok, he was probably never really a "little guy" but he was maybe a year old), he kept getting scabs on his ears. We took him to the vet, who was just as perplexed as us. I asked him if it was insect bites, and he said that it looked more like human bite marks! I quickly dismissed that, and just gave him antibiotics. About a week later, I was in the kitchen making dinner when I heard Diesel let out a small whimper. I looked over and Tahlia, who was only about a year herself, was laying on top of him as she frequently did. As I walked over to find out why he had whimpered, Tahlia put his ear back in her mouth and began biting!! Poor Diesel just laid there and took it. He knew if he got up, she would fall, so he just lay still. When I told her "no" and pulled her off, he pushed my hand away from her with his head and licked her in the face as if to say, "it's ok." Diesel with one of his daughters. Diesel with one of my daughters. My six-year-old has been riding Diesel since she could walk. Diesel is always gentle and patient with all young ones, and although he has a great confirmation, it is his temperament that won my heart. Diesel with a pup from Alexis and XXX. Even though the pup is not his, he is still infinitely patient as it tries to nurse. I don't know who enjoys going out sledding more in the winter, my dogs or my kids!   
______________________ V-1 Hungarian/Russian/Yug CH
Flash vom Wolfert Turm
SchH III, IPO III
 ________________________________________________________ 10X V-1 Yug CH. 10 x CAC, CACIB Beni IPO I, HD- ________________________________________________________ / Ch. / Hera / (No photo available.) ____________________________ Fox Crni Lotos
IPO I, BH, BST, CGC, ZTP Diesel's SIRE _______________________________
\ INT. CH \ Gil von Burgthann
\ SchIII AD BH POIII \ Gek.b.EzA 5-18-96 HD+/-
 _______________________________________________________ Bessy von Haus Krammer IPO I, HD- (2xPRM 2xCAC PR)  ______________________________ Beyra von Hankos __________________________ __________________________ Int./DT.VDH-CH ES'93 KS'91'92
Noris vom Gruntenblick
SchH III FH AD BH IPO III Gekort bis EzA HD +/- ___________________________________________________ Hoss vom Hennekamp
SchH III, IPO III, FH, BH, ZtP, HD- (No photo available.) ___________________________________________________ / Ruby vom Hennekamp
/ BH, ZtP / / (No photo available.) ________________________ Mandy vom Hennekamp
Sch I, BH, ZTP, CGC, HD- ED+ (No photo available.) Diesel's Mother \ \ ___________________ \ Int CH ES'86, KS'86, EJS'85
\ Iwan vom Fusse der Eifel
\ SchHIII FH AD Gek bis \ EzA 5-1-89 (Koln) HD+/-
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BH, ZtP(11.94) HD+/- (No photo available.) _____________________________________________________ Alfa vom Hause Gronemann
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