i don't know what it was that brought this one up. maybe the other mentions of dogs that have died recently.
when i was about 8 i had a dog. she was quite big but usually gentle and well-behaved. but one time when we hadn't had her for very long, the step-dad started to get rough with me. i could tell a major whipping was about to begin. my dog sprang at him, growling and barking, and put her front paws against his chest.
he was so startled that he quit what he was about to do. everyone in the family was so surprised that she would have such a bond with me that she would want to protect me. i don;t remember exactly what happened next - i probly was sent to my room or given some chore to do as punishment instead - but nothing violent.
that was a good memory - totally unexpected today. it made me feel good. my dog died about a year later - but she was important to me while she was there. i missed her when she was gone.
"Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself... And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second's encounter with God and with eternity." - Paulo Coelho