Some time over the months, I mentioned Brother Dog as the leader of our pack. Apparently, he used to be the leader of the pack for the entire street we were leaving in. That's composed of 13-15 dogs. He even used to come home with battle scars which keeps me worried.
|I'm to cute for you to touch, mere human.|
Unfortunately, he never lets me touch him. So I couldn't pet him, nor can I give him affection like I do with the others. Brother Dog a.k.a BD used to be, once again, our neighbor's dog. I wasn't here when he got "adopted" by my mom. She went on a vacation for a month, staying at my sister. Later, she came home and found my brother feeding another dog. She asked him whose that dog was and he answers her, it's not yours?
Later we discover that he is our neighbor's dog who started coming in our gate waiting for food to be served to the others.
Now, I believe he'd lost the fight with another dog. His title is now his son's. Shark had a brother named Sam. Sam is living with our other neighbor. Whenever BD sees these guys pass through, he goes all territorial on them and a bark and growl-fest commences.