Around 12 years ago I had a Presa Canario, Trajan, who was my pride and joy. Amazing dog, he was so gentle but protective. My neighbor was a vicious drunk hillbilly who took assholish behavior to stratospheric levels. He pulled a gun on my brother and I when we were kids for walking across his pasture once. Anyway, I had bought land from my dad and built a house next to the same pasture. There was an old barely existent barb wire fence on the property line between us. One afternoon I heard a gunshot that sounded like it was right outside; I ran outside immediately. Trajan was laying under the one strand of wire on the fence, breathing his last breaths, while this piece of shit neighbor stood 30 feet on the other side and yelled at me that my dog attacked him. He claimed Trajan leaped at him and he had no choice. Despite the fact there were no tracks in the snow between them, and Trajan was shot in the side...from 30 feet away, in knee deep snow. The cops were called, they said he was obviously lying but since Trajan was laying half on his property, they said there was nothing they could do. I’m pretty sure he coaxed him over to the fence, then executed him. I’ve hated this man for so long, and with a passion I can’t begin to describe. Honestly, if it wasn’t for my Christian beliefs, I’m certain I’d have killed him at some point. Last Saturday he choked to death on some food. He had turned blue by the time he died, my mom told me. I’m sure it was a miserable death. I’ll leave it at that. Thanks for reading, Sherbros.