❤️ I’m 34, love bikes, work in construction, and have a beard that makes ppl think twice b4 messing with me.
One day, my buddy found this massive Presa Canario that had been abandoned. The guy was nearly 100 lbs! He asked me to look after him for a few days, and I agreed. Figured I’d have myself a serious guard dog.
I named him Bruno and got everything ready: a bed near the door, a thick collar, the whole intimidating-dog setup.
Then night one happened…
At 2 AM, the AC turned on, and this giant dog started trembling and whining like his worst nightmare had come true.
By the third day, I realized the AC wasn’t the real problem. Bruno was afraid of the dark, slippery floors, loud noises… pretty much EVERYTHING except me!
On day 5, I tried dressing him in a camouflage jacket. Dude went completely stiff. Then my neighbor brought over a cute pastel sweater with little stars on it, and Bruno immediately cuddled up to her. He absolutely fell in love with that sweater! He wore it for days and got offended when I took it off to wash it.
A few days later, the rescue center called and said someone wanted to adopt a “guard dog.”
I glanced at Bruno, who was stretched across my couch, all 100 lbs of him using my arm as a pillow while rocking his adorable star sweater.
I just shook my head.
“He’s not a guard dog.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, this is a Presa Canario who’s terrified of the dark and needs someone to tuck him in every night.”
There was a pause…
“So… you’re keeping him?”
“Yep. He’s staying.”
Now Bruno has his own couch spot, a wardrobe full of sweaters, and probably more clothes than I own.
I went looking for a fearless bodyguard and ended up with a giant furry baby who just wants cuddles, cozy sweaters, and a bedtime routine. 😭❤️🐕🦺😂