I was looking pretty happy as we turned in for the night while camping.
A long time Rottie breeder I consulted with after the first bite told me if I was afraid of getting bit, Rollo would definitely sense it and bite me. I told her, if anything, I’d get bit because of my over-confidence at not getting bit, then doing stupid things more knowledgeable Rottie people wouldn’t do… like sleeping in the back of my truck with him.After a couple hours of sleep, I finally had to move Rollo who wasn’t giving me space. I turned on the light to make sure he was awake, talked to him and shifted his front end. When I shifted his back end he snapped. None of that namby-pamby growling stuff. Right down to business..I look a little shell-shocked don’t I? 🙂 It’s partly eyes dilated from the dark, part shock, part anger at the betrayal. In truth, he couldn’t have been trying to bite. In fact, I don’t think this was really a “snap.” Judging by how far apart his teeth marks are, I suspect he did a lunging snarl and misjudged it, hitting me with his teeth. Still, unacceptable.
He was displaced to the front of the truck thereby ushering in a new era: when camping, Mak sleeps in back with papa, Rollo sleeps up front