Spots didn’t walk, he swaggered and was been a problem child since he was born. He died when he was 12 from cancer. He is the son of Meg, a dog who arrived pregnant and quickly blessed us with 10 puppies. Spots came out of the womb wanting to dominate dogs and people. He did so in his litter and impressed us with his attitude enough that we didn’t adopt him out, fearing for dogs and people who might challenge him. He has never known a bad experience or cruelty. He respected us his entire life, but never extended his friendliness beyond that. He had one dog friend, Squeak, and even she did not cross him.