Friday, April 07, 2006
I helped to raise a rottweiler. It was while I was away at college and during breaks, would come home and he would really bond with me. He was the greatest dog I had ever had; completely and totally in love with me. Every dog we had ever had loved my Dad unconditionally and Mo broke that tradition. When I came home, he would listen to only me and always had to have me in his line of sight. He grew to an emormous 185 pounds of lean muscle in his prime, easily looking over a 6 foot fence. Dad kept him in great shape; always taking him to the park to run and he lived 13 years, which is a ripe old age for a large dog. Even after his death, for several years he took the role of spirit guardian in my dreams.