A lithe Rottweiler


As described by Douglass Gamble:

“I hear the sound of a large dog running to the gate. Odd, no barking, just the sound of padded feet on the stone drive. Moments later, the dog appeared. It was a Rottweiler, and big one. It padded back and forth across the gate, almost as if taking a measure of me. Its movements were almost feline in nature. I had tried boxing once or twice back in the Army, but it was not my thing. The good boxers sized others up in the same way the dog was looking me over. The only sound he made was a low growl.”



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