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In 1997 my daughter was born and by the time she was 2 she was asking for a puppy. At that time we were still renting a apartment and we told her when we bought a house we would buy a dog. In the spring of 2000 we bought a house and my daughter started asking about her puppy again. I scoured the paper looking for a rottweiler (which was my dream dog) puppy but they were all well above 500 dollars which we could not afford at the time.

One day I saw a ad for a rottweiler/german shepard puppies for 50 dollars. I called the ad in the paper and asked for directions so I could come and see the dogs.I called my wife from work and told her  I was going to look at some puppies, she said that was fine, but don't bring one home with me. She wasn't ready for a dog yet. I drove out into the Maine countryside to the town of Bradford and pulled up to the address I was given over the phone. I was debating about even going in to look, the address I was given led me to a old run down trailer on a back country road and I wasn't sure how good of a shape these pups could be in for 50 bucks. Since I had driven all the way out there I decided I might as well go look at them so I went up and knocked on the door. The door opened and there was a woman standing there and she asked me if she could help me, I said yep I had called out the puppies. I noticed standing behind her the most beautiful black german shepard I had ever seen. I asked if that was one of the parents and the woman said yes it's the mother, the father is out back with the puppies. We walked around the corner and the whole back yard was all fenced in with a dog house in the middle that looked to be more of a shed than anything else. Sire Come! The woman hollered and out of the shed came the largest Rottweiler I had ever seen and 8 puppies right behind him. She let me into the pen and the father came over and rubbed against me as I squatted down playing with the puppies. They had the coloring of a rottie, but the face of a german, I loved them. I had a squirming ball of puppies trying to get into my lap at the same time when I noticed off to the side there was one puppy just sitting there staring at me. I stood up and walked over and stood looking down at the pup and him looking up at me, you hear the phrase all the time love at first site, I wouldn't use that to describe it exactly but there was a instant connection and I knew I needed that dog. I looked at the woman and said I'll take him as I handed the woman 50 dollars and set the pup in a cardboard box and put it on the front seat of my truck.

On the way home I stopped at the store and grabbed some food and a small crate to crate train him in and luckily when I got home my wife and daughter weren't there. I grabbed the supplies and the dog and took him in the house and set him up with some food and water and made his crate up with a blanket as he wandered around sniffing his new home. Just as I finished up I could hear my wife pull up the driveway and I walked out on the deck just as she was getting out of the car, she took one look at the smile on my face and said, you son of a bitch, you got a dog! As soon as my daughter heard that she went running into the house as my wife shot daggers at me with her eyes as she walked by me to see the new addition to our family.

My daughter loved him,

my wife hated him, she wanted nothing to do with him and would tell me constantly it's your dog, you take care of it. My daughter decided to call him Rufus, and that's what he was named. My wife and rufus lived around each other, she never really accepted him, she hadn't wanted a dog. When he would try and get on the couch, she would swat him off, he would sit at her feet and just look up at her and she would ignore his attempts at affection.

Besides being the proud owner of a new puppy, my daughters second favorite thing in the world was digging in the dirt in front of our porch. She would sneak out a spoon from the drawer and just sit there all day long digging away. One day she was sitting there while my wife and I were cleaning the house and Rufus was just laying in his crate with the door open. We had a rental home as our neighbors and they had 2 mean dogs that had attacked the neighbors dog and ripped his throat out almost killing him. The neighbor on the other side of us told us to keep a eye on them, one was a wolf hybrid and the other was pregnant pit, I'm still not sure to this day if those were the breeds or not, doesn't really matter. So back to the story, all of a sudden my daughter started screaming, somehow the dogs had gotten out and were headed down towards her. Our house at the time was a old farm house and the front door always stuck and was a pain to open sometimes when the humidity was high. As soon as my daughter started screaming Rufus bolted for the door and just at that moment my daughter hit the door to open it and it opened just enough for Rufus to squeeze out and he was off and met the 2 dogs as they came down the driveway. That little 6 month old pup chased them 2 dogs back into the home, I went outside and yelled rufus come as my wife swept up my daughter and tried calming her down. Rufus came back in the house and a few minutes later the dogs came running out, I grabbed my 30-30 and the phone and called the police and told them if they didn't get here in 5 minutes, there will be 2 dead dogs. A couple minutes later 2 cop cars showed up and they had to pepper spray the dogs to get them back into the house. Luckily the assholes moved out shortly after.

That night I tucked my daughter into bed and gave her a kiss and walked down the stairs, as I turned the corner into the living room I stopped short. My wife was sitting on the couch with Rufus on her lap, crying. I could hear her saying softly, you have earned your place, you are welcome here, you are a good boy. The picture will stay in my mind forever.

Here he was a couple of months before the incident, he was such a good looking boy.

My wife and Rufus have been best friends ever since.

With a dog of his breeding, he grew and he grew fast. He quickly outgrew his small crate and we had to get him a cage, it was funny though when he was told in when he did something bad he would stick his head in the small crate that he grew up in. Within his new found friendship with my wife, he quickly took over the house, and our bed, and the couch....

I love this pic, he's just chilling

This was probably his prime when he was 5 or 6, he was such a handsome man. He just sat and stared at that bone all day long.

He liked looking for frogs with my daughter

In 2009 we moved into our new home we had built and the following summer my wife and daughter were away at her parents for a few weeks leaving my father and I alone with the animals. One night I was up watching TV late and decided to go to bed. I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and as I was doing so, I could hear the side motion light go off, no big deal I figured it was my father coming home. About 10 seconds later Rufus started going insane and I could hear him throwing himself at the door which he would never do with my father. I looked out the front and saw the front motion light of the house was on. I went outside and looked down at my dad's cabin and he was sitting in there on his computer. The only way our front motion light goes off is if someone walks right in front of it. We have cameras for security due to how our house sits, you can't see anything from the road, so I switched the tv over to the camera input and lo and behold

A few frames later I could see a knife or screwdriver in his hand as he turned towards our front door (which was unlocked at the time) it wasn't till rufus started freaking out that the intruder took off running.

Ever vigilant, this was taken right after it happened, he wanted to get himself a piece of the intruder. He saved either my life or the pill head's life that night, because if he had entered my home, one of us wouldn't have been coming out.

Over the last 2 years, he has slowed down a lot, he has grayed a lot. He has two other dog mates now that won't leave him alone.This was his last big hurrah moment when he killed the skunk trying to get at our chickens

I can hear him groaning all night, getting up and down is getting harder and harder for him. We have all cement floors which is hard on the joints, we lay out pillows and blankets for him to lay on and he refuses to. His body is covered with so many lumps that the doctor says is just fat deposits that brushing him is becoming difficult, It takes him awhile to get up and down our steps to go the bathroom, I thought he was going to fall yesterday

So at what point do I stop being selfish and do for him what he has done for me his whole life, protect him from pain and agony.