A Guardian in the Making
14:27 Sep 08 2025
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Every day she seems bigger. Stronger. More certain of herself. Where once she padded softly through the house, all hesitant paws and curious glances, she now walks with confidence, her body filling out into the sturdy frame of her breed. There’s no mistaking the Rottweiler in her stance or the pitbull in her eyes - steady, fiery, and utterly unafraid.
Training continues, and with it, her stubborn streak grows right alongside her obedience. Some days she sits the moment I ask, proud and eager for approval. Other days, she’ll plant herself, look me dead in the eye, and argue the point with a rumble of protest before finally relenting. It’s a test, I know it is - her way of reminding me that while she respects me, she isn’t without her own mind. And I respect that back. I’d rather have a companion who chooses to listen than one who obeys blindly.
But beyond the training, there’s something else developing in her. A kind of awareness. When the house creaks at night, her head lifts before mine does. When someone passes too close outside, she’s already at the window, ears forward, muscles taut. She’s not just living here - she’s watching over it. Over me. There’s no hesitation in her protectiveness, no question in her loyalty.
Still, for all her strength, she’s the same girl who collapses against me at the end of the day, sprawling across the floor as though she owns the space. The same pup who trots proudly when she wins her tug-of-war game, who still manages to steal a sock when I’m distracted, who voices her opinions as loudly as ever when she feels I’ve asked for too much.
She is willful. She is fierce. She is soft in moments only she chooses to be.
And with each passing day, I see her less as the little survivor who was left behind and more as the guardian she is becoming. Not just of this house, but of me.
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LunarTides
14:36 Sep 08 2025
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