My adorable baby is a Rottweiller. He is shiny black all over with golden patches. Renowned for Herculean, loyal and high-hearted, he immediately caught my eye when I walked inside the pet shop, groveling there inside his cage and gazing at me with glistens of penetration and mystery. I held him up (Lucky that I had the strength to do so back then) and assured I wanted him out of question (Well,  I didn’t actually have to pay for him…). Anyway, we are attached ever since.

He is a superb cool dog. Cold and brutal though he looks, he is quite the opposite inside. He might be able to scare off any children that would like to approach any puppies, but he is by no means inhospitable.

One thing needs to be pointed out. He is so protective. So concerned about his master’s safety that he probably thinks he is the only guy in this world that could carry out this mission. Should any chasers or followers that come across his safe zone please be aware of not getting pressed down by something black and weighs 40-50 kilos. Oh, before I forget, he never barks, but bites.

Will you still love me, and love my dog?