I remember when I got Scruffy, he was only 6 weeks old and as cute as a button. He would always meet me at the door when I returned home from work, he would lay beside me when I watched TV...he was a good dog. Although in the past week or so he had become very aggresive for some strange reason. When I got out of my car this morning he attacked me, I pulled my pistol and put him down.
The bad news is that he didn't make it.
The good news is that he dropped a uber peice of armor I've been wanting.
I sleep with a pillow under my gun.