oh my pup. rajabear. he came into our life when he was five weeks old. pretty dang pissed off about everything. his mom was rottweiler and we’re guessing pit bull, and he papa was a chow that hopped the fence. the mom refused to nurse the pups and they were all on their way to meet their demise when we fell in love and brought him home. he didn’t love us very much, but hadn’t had much love shown to him up to that point. so we showered him with lots and lots of love and now, at 14 years old, he’s our lovey squishy bear, …and fierce protector. some things you just can’t change.
he has a purple tongue, looks like he’s always wearing black eye-liner, is about 55 pounds, with 45 pounds of skull. won’t leave our daughter’s side and much prefers when we’re all in the same room together. really really really really hates squirrels and will hang from a tree branch by his jaws, growling in frustration when they bait him. which, i’ve tried to explain to him, makes us look really really bad. so please knock that off.
at any rate. i love him tons and did this little drawing of him one evening…and thought it would look sweet on a cuff. so here it is.