Monday, April 2, 2012
When I was a youth,
It was the policy of the Nigerian police to farm out Rottweiler pups to Ex-pat families to feed up until they were old enough to train. We got "Ben" when I was 9.
We raised him up good, and he was a natural. If you ran off he would chase you, jump on your back and get you in a half Nelson.
Oh the fun me and Ben had.
One day the cops came and took Ben when he was big enough. Sad day but it got worse. About a year later the handler called and asked if we would like to come and see Ben now as he was grown up, trained and a credit to the police force.
We arrived and got shown to his pen.
I ran up to him, "Ben" I called...
And the fucker looked up growling "grrrrrr"
And he went for me.
Broke my heart.
The Cops get Rotts.,
The Chaps get Hyenas.