SearchingSirocco

First of all, they are not dogs, they are people and for us, they are our kids. They are my kids and they are treated like kids by everyone in my family. Eleven years back in March, we bought Dodo home from a relative’s house. They got six bull terrier kids with them and we adopted one of them. Thy was born the legend of Dodo. White as snowball with black shiny eyes who could just melt you with his stare and would look at you knowing that these people will take care of him for the rest of his life. I and my brother became his father and we love every moment of it. I have to accept this thought that my brother loves Dodo more than I do. Don’t get it wrong, I love him too. But I think my brother loves him more than I do. If Dodo is getting irritated and doesn’t want anyone around, he bites you, he doesn’t mean it but it is his way of telling you that he needs his privacy. He does it only occasionally, like once or twice in a year. If he does that to me, I would get angry and ...