His name was Zeus



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 :/



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 :/

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22 thoughts on “His name was Zeus”

  1. Actually I’ve never seen or heard of a friendly rottweiler or american staffordshire terrier, for example. They all loose their temper sooner or later.
    But if it’s really not the case with your dog, then I’m truly sorry.

  2. The only rott I ever knew scared the living shit out of me, running up to meet me, then laid down at my feet and rolled over so i would pet it’s belly. It liked to wrestle, but it was just a big huge baby. It was a really good dog. His best friend was an ugly little pug. He would pick him up and throw him around by it’s scruff, but they both loved it. There was not a mean bone in that dog, but I have no doubt it would tear someone to pieces if you attacked anyone it knew, or his pug friend.

  3. I’ve encountered many dogs who are labeled as vicious breeds, but are complete sweethearts.  Zeus was just that.  He had many babies pull his ears and sit on him and all he would do is give them kisses.  The roughest hes ever been was jumping on someone.  Almost every pitbull I’ve encountered was the same. 

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