My little brother has the sweetest dog named Echo. He is a rescue dog labeled as part Rottweiler. Before we actually met him that label made my brother nervous. This would be his very first dog ever. (My mom never let us get a dog when we were kids...just cats.)
Plus my brother gets anxiety attacks, especially with anything new. So you can see how this would have been a stressful experience for him.
That's what big sisters are for, though, and I just forced him to go with my mom and I to the humane society.
This is the "Rottweiler" ... vicious looking isn't he? :)
He will apparently pick either of the cats up by the scruff of their neck and carry them around. hahahahaha My dogs would eat the cats!
Echo just likes the company.