Good Friends are Hard to Find

His name is Brutus.  He will rule your face.  I love him more than I love myself, which is alot.  If you knock on my door, he'll bark at you.  Like, freaking loud.  If you leave old trash out, while your not looking, he'll eat it.  If you have a 10 month old baby in the house sleeping, Brutus doesn't care, he will wake that kid up for no good reason.  He drinks water until he pukes.  You know why?  Because he doesn't even care about your carpet.  That is why I love him. 

Honestly, here is the story.  A couple of years ago, Alanna's sister called and asked if we wanted a dog.  She had gotten him from an abused dog shelter but could not keep him because the dog wouldn't warm up to her boyfriend.  We decided to give it a try.  He hated all dudes for a while.  It took me a long month to get him to come close to me.  You wouldn't know that if you met him now, though.  He is currently a bad-ass.  He would make for a good anti-hero in a Scorcese movie or something.  He is quiet and kind of shy, but don't set him off because he will eat you.  He has a mysterious, seedy past with face scars to prove it, but no one knows quite where he came from or how he got the way he is, kind of like Wolverine.

Seriously, if you come around these parts, you better check the 'tude at the door. Or Brutus will eat it.