I think it is why I related with and loathe Brut's aggression. It made me face myself and that was the last thing I knew how to do.
There was a part of me that loved his freedom and power to express himself. Nobody walks all over Brut. I struggled to reclaim that power in my own life. To have the confidence and strength that would stop myself from my own self beatings.
And I hated Brut too for his aggression and the violence and cruelty it portrayed. It became a cycle that I couldn't see.
I fought hard for my heart dog. Even before I knew a word that described him. Little did I know that every time I faced Brut, I faced myself.
Brut's aggression would go from 0 to 60 and back in a matter of breaths. I took a little longer on my end of forgiveness.
No matter if it was my fault or his for a fight, eventually I came around to forgiving him and most
This awful, horrible being I grew up thinking I am, was chipping away when I was confronted with Brut and his aggression. For I already knew the beautiful being Brut was. I was shocked to discover much later he was thinking the same thing about me.
It has taken many years of dog's unconditional love that kept me believing in love at all. It was Brut that started breaking down that self prison with every growl, snarl, and gnashing of his teeth to wake this girl up and set her free.