Dogs were his biggest threat to him and Brut lashed out like a caged animal.. And I wondered more than once if we had pushed his limit.
Then there would be those tiny miracles, some loving affection or playtime that would pass between Brut and another dog and all was not lost. And I could feel that rusty wheel starting to turn in the other direction. And I had hope. If I hadn't seen this miracle with my own eyes, I might not have believed it because it always seemed like it the next breath it would all be crushed and we would be back to square one. But each time the renewal kept getting stronger. He was learning to live and enjoy his pack mates. He just never know how to do it before.
That's when we witnessed this thrashing, out of control dog, grow into becoming the competent and secure pack leader who is calm, and thriving among his pack. And just needed some help along the way. Of course there will always be some flare ups, Brut will always be Brut. But a saying a heard a long time ago keeps carrying me through:
Don't give up before the miracle happens.