Living with 2 single guys you can rest assured that Bacchus was spoilt rotten. We took him to the best vets and pumped him full of all the best vitamins our money could buy. I used to take him to the beach every Sunday and dog owners could not get over him. He was the healthiest Rottweiler in town. There were many occasions as he grew older when people would actually proposition for him to come over and screw their bitches. The guy was scoring more than I was!!! But in all fairness I did meet a few girls through him on our excursions.
Bacchus still lives with my old house mate who is now married. I was surprised that Bacchus still remembered me so well. It was really great spending time with him again. Back in the day we spent so many afternoons drinking beer and passing out together on the couch while watching movies. He has been to numerous parties and he is a totally mellow guest. He has never caused any serious problems apart from knocking shit over once in a while because he does not realize what a fat bastard he is. One of the things I do not miss is the way he would get spit all over my trousers right before I would head off to work. Well all I can say now is that I am glad dogs cant talk. And I know Suren will agree with me on this one.