Luna
I sit in the living room, plopped on the couch with my laptop on my thighs early in the morning to get some browsing done. Titan plays with his toys, making a mess as he hops and bounces, throwing the mushroom-like plaything around. He seems to be in a happy mood.
He has grown an inch or more in the span of a month and is more handsome too. A trainer that Samuel had appointed comes to the compound to train Titan and is working well so far. He can do some cute tricks but it would still take a long way for him to behave well and act like a protective guard dog.
I don't insist on training Titan to protect me, but Samuel does. He says that he chose the breed because Rottweilers were aggressive and would protect me while he was gone.
I had rolled my eyes at that and he had spanked me
