Brutus was not an academic. He flunked bomb sniffing school before my family adopted him.
More than anything, he was confused. I don't blame him... he lost parts of his anatomy that no living, breathing organism should have to endure grieving over.
Though he was not malicious, he could be unintentionally aggressive at times. He was an indoor dog, living outside (my father is allergic to anything not human).
He now happily resides with the mayor of Bay City, Oregon. She treats him like a child.
Brutus, there are times when I think about missing you.
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