A Link To Remember Hey homies, I believe that everyone has had issues/rough times in life that eventually shaped who we are. I'm saying this because people are people, and everyone lives their own lives. This is most likely the last time I will post on here, so enjoy the content!!!
Today is a Friday. To be exact, Its Friday the 19th of January, 2018. I remember damn near everything about Fred, including one of his most aggressive dogs, and the one I got along with the most, Tracer. He was one of the five German Shorthair Pointers that Fred owned. He was the Alpha of his small pack and had a aggressive temperament. Tracer disliked literally everyone but me. Tracer disliked Fred, his owner. Not too surprising considering Fed wasn't exactly nice to his dogs. He didn't treat them as pets, he treated them as tools. He didn't love them, he loved the control he had over them. He raised them as wild animals, he gave them raw meat, let them fight each other, and he would "lose" a dog whenever it wasn't useful anymore. Fred was a terrible guy. He tried to convince my mother to drop my older brother, Skippy and I off on a random road. He was a control freak, and in some ways, he was narcissistic. He was a monster. My mom knew Fred for a long time b