He was as misunderstood as the rest of us. He wasn't mean because he wanted to be mean. The older brother caught me trying to feed him a scrap of meat, and locked me in the pen with him, thinking the dog would teach me a lesson or something. The only scar I have from that is where the fence scraped my arm when he pushed me in the pen.
Yeah. The girls are in charge of this one. They get to pick the dog.