Good Dog, Carl

I have the honor of owning that me rephrase that spending time with a gentle giant such as this Rottweiler. he was truly my best friend , and he was named in honor after my father " Bubba" my father was a country boy , a provider and a protector after my father's death . my mother and I felt as though we need in the Guard dog to guard a home . Little did we know he would become part of our family and inevitably the embodiment of her husband and my father , a protector I don't think there was a moment that Bubba was not by my side . when I was living in Maryland , and in Miami . people would see us coming down the street and yell" Bubba how are you doing" acknowledging the Dog before they would acknowledge me . but I never get mad or upset . he was like I said , a gentle giant weighing in at 134 pounds . there was a mutual respect , between us after arduous training . I never wanted to own animal that I had to be fearful of especially around children he could be rolling around with one of my nieces and nephews and playing with them like a small puppy even though he was twice , may be three times the size and he knew how big he was oddly enough . never harming or injuring any children is one and only time that he had to use his power was an unfortunate sight to see I was going down to the Metro one day and a drunk and belligerent man started to approach me . he looked by my side and saw Bubba standing right there . I yell to him" please do not come any closer to me" he started to cuss at me . I lowered my hand on Bubba's back . I could feel his muscles tensing up I warned him again . almost pleading" Sir , please do not come any closer" and before I knew it . he was close enough to my wheelchair it seem like it was all over in an instant . I remember closing my eyes when I opened them . the man was standing there , bleeding profusely , Bubba was at my side whimpering and growling almost in regret that he had bitten him out of confusion . not ever being in this predicament . I chastised him the man wandered off , holding his visible mangled right arm . I was so shaken . I have never seen anything like that in my life I could still hear him yelling . "I'm going to sue you and that fucking dog" to my surprise . I did not know that a Washington Metro transit operator was watching this . he came over to me and said , don't be worried . he's always around his starting trouble , he probably will wake up from his drunken stupor and try to figure out what the hell happened to his arm . I apologize to Bubba . it was only doing what came instinctive to him , protecting his family and instead of going on my trip downtown . I turned around and went back home I told my mother what had happened . as a way she could do , she said to me" good for he is black ass I hope you can find him again . so Bubba can bite his ass" she always had a way of putting things . :-) thank you for 13 years of being my friend Bubba , and now I know you're with your namesake , and also your mother , biological and human . I do miss you and I will visit you through this web site your cousins that is because these books are spectacular and they show that all Rottweiler's are bad and bloodthirsty animals it is just the sick owners that turned them into that rest in peace Bubba