SoCS- Agressive

This is Bruno.

Bruno is a Rottweiler and his three years old and for some reason some people assume he’s an aggressive dog. A few members of my family are afraid of him. The only problem Bruno have it’s his strength. Since he loves to jump and play you need to be careful if you don’t want to end on the floor. When he wants our attention, he will drop his toys or lay his large head in our lap.

The grandkids love playing with him, especially when all of them have the same energy. It’s incredible how he guards the family also, he follows the baby wherever she goes. Bruno is a sweet and lovely dog. He responded like a baby puppy.

For many families who has certain type of dogs I suppose they’re having the same problem. It’s heartbreaking the way we can react and we immediately think they’re aggressive. We have to remember it all depends on how we treat, teach, and raise them.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS April 7/18

Confess

I put aside my sadness and my Christmas wasn’t too bad. I’ve a gathering with my family on Christmas Eve. We ate a lot, drink wine, laugh, and tell stories. My father was in our minds and I noticed a little bit of tears coming from my younger sister. We have a wonderful time and we cherish some memories.

On Christmas day, only my older son with my grandson came for Christmas. We spend the day playing games, watching movies, and eating. My grandkids have fun. My other two kids, my youngest went with his fiancé and baby to see her family in Minnesota. My daughter stays in Arizona by herself, she can’t get out of work. We got to talk on the phone and she got to talk to the girls who were missing her. It was a great day.

However, one day after Christmas I lost my beloved dog. She was 10 years old and my companion. On Christmas day she looks happy and she was playing with her new toys. However, it looks she was catching a cold because she spends part of the afternoon sneezing. By then she went into my bedroom where she has her little bed and lay down. She didn’t eat and didn’t want to go outside. Before I went to bed, I give her a hug and clean her eyes. My husband called her in the morning to take her outside and he noticed she was gone. Everyone its devastated she was our spoiled precious dog. Our other dog looks sad and he goes into my room looking for her. He comes out with his head down and lay next to me. It’s kind like comforting us, especially the girls.

We cremated her and when spring comes she will be buried close to my flower garden. That was her favorite place. I confess, this holiday season has been awful. I lost my father and my dog. I feel empty, depressed, and a sadness its keeping me awake all night. I’m trying to control myself, however I can’t stop crying. I hope tomorrow I feel better.

Daily Post: Confess