#bully-mastiff

Beeath the bridge, a weathered face resides, A tapestry of wrinkles etched by time. His eyes, once bright, now hold a shadowed rhyme, Reflecting stories that the world hides.

A tattered coat, his armor from the breeze, Conceals a heart where dreams have turned to dust. The city's din, a harsh and cruel gust, Mocks him with echoes of what used to appease.

Yet, in his gaze, a flicker of hope fights, A stubborn ember refusing to be spent. Perhaps a kindness, a coin that brightly glints,

Might mend a tear in this life fortune bites. For even lost, beneath the open sky, A human spirit’s spark will never die.

Goliath is getting settled in. We have been outdoors for almost 2 1/2'years . A little ptsd?Yes but, He's a mother fuckin soldier. I would die for him, i would kill for hin. When he eats i eat. When i eat he eats He let's me know when I'm gonna have a seizure and then licks me to help me recover. Goliath is loyal and he is hearing impaired. Im teaching him some hand signals He's a simple dog and dont do tricks But with his tactical training he is very protective of his Friends and me. He has thousands of friends all over the city. And never hesitation to stop and meet somebody. I can't

This is Goliath. He's my road dog.Hes a soldier of the finest caliber. He has thousands of friends.Hes hearing impaired and strong as fuck. Hes a bully mastif mix