I got him from my uncle a year after I immigrated to the US when i was 12. He was a fantastic pup. My Partner in Crime. Like a lot of things i love, he was taken from me when he got shot, doing what he’s good at and protecting the house during a home invasion 3 years later. Had it not been for my dad holding me, i would of eaten the shooters pantyhosed face like it was haggis.
I miss him :/