Five years old today, and a full member of our little family. We don’t treat him like he is the dog – he is one of us. And he doesn’t behave like the family dog. Our problems are hers. As mundane as they may seem, he tries to understand them and help resolve them. First, he is the only one in this house to deal with spiders, mice or other pests. He noticed our reluctance to fight these creatures, so he intervened. When there is a spider, we call the only male in the family. He takes care of that.
I put her down and got up to attack, he shoved me down onto the couch we had bought a weak before, I heard a crack and he lunged again at my throat, when he released he grabbed the baby laying next to me and I screamed for him to put her down so I could fight him back. Once he did we wrestled for about 5 minutes, he picked the baby up again and proceeded to push me to the ground as I tried to take her back. This was the moment when I was on the ground, bawling my eyes out, screaming for this monster to stop that I’m thinking to myself “Is this really happening? I lost my shit when began taunting me “ How does it feel” “ get the fuck out”