There
are not that many times when you can say that a pack of dogs got the better of
a Rottweiler, but when you consider that the pack in question consisted of two
German Shephards, three Doberman and one heavily built Rottweiler, I guess you
can say that the odds were not in my favour.

                Enter the
Human stranger, the guy that would soon become my leasher, his name I later
find out is Troy Bankcroft, well somehow he managed to chase the pack of dogs
away, I didn't see what he did to end my misery but at that point I was beyond
caring, all I knew was that I was hurting and most definitely bleeding and in
need of some tender loving care.

                By the
way, my name is Powerful Rottweiler On Guard or PROG
for short, hehe yeah an original name considering that I used to be a guard dog
charged with guarding one of the most obnoxious and stuck up humans that I have
ever wished to meet, but he treated me well, the rest of his staff were not
quite so fortunate.

                I guess
I worked for him eight maybe nine years, he had trained me up from a pup to
what I am today, that all ended though the day that he took his own life.

                Oh sure
once my job with him ended I had other short term gigs but that is all they ever
were, short term. Then came the day that even the short term gigs dried up and
unable to afford to support myself I was kicked out of my rented flat and left
on the streets to beg and plead for what ever money I could get.

                I
managed to just get by on what I made, some of the things that I had to do to
make ends meet would have you cringing so all I will say is that you do some
stuff that you are not proud of when it is a matter of self preservation. Well
the morning that I met Troy I had crossed paths with one of the dogs from the
pack, I let him do what he wanted with me and then the fucker stiffed me on
payment.

                That
was when he told the rest of his pack about me being an easy target and an even
easier lay. I won't go into details suffice to say that the next half an hour
was one of the worst in my life, it got so bad that after a few minutes I
couldn't tell which dog was attacking me I just lay there taking the bites and
the blows until suddenly it just stopped.

                The
next thing I know is that I have a warm jacket placed over me and then some
strong, human arms are being slid underneath me and then I am being raised up
into the air, I don't remember anything after that until I wake up in a warm
bed with my various injuries patched up.

                I turn
my head to the right and I can see a Human Male is sitting in a chair next to
the bed, he sees me open my eyes and turn my head and then he gently gets up
from his seat and kneels by my side.

                “Well
hello there bud, I thought that I had been too late and that I had lost you".

                My head
is still swimming from the attack but my flight reflex is still intact as I
begin to recoil away from the Human. Troy can clearly see that I am one
frightened dog and so he slowly stands and puts up his paws…sorry, I mean
hands, and in a gentle unthreatening motion begins to get closer, I continue to
move away until I find the other edge of the bed and I know that if I move any
further I will fall out of the bed.

                I didn't
want to fall out of bed and so I stop moving but I begin to shiver instead,
Troy slowly and gently moves one of his hands out to me and gently pets my
head.

                “It's
okay boy, don't worry I'm not going to hurt you, you are safe here".

                I
cannot deny that the sight of the hand coming towards me fills me with dread
and fear but once the hand begins to pet my head fur I start to ease up a
little, there is just something so soothing about Troy's touch, I let him pet
me for a while and then I find my voice.

                “W.Where
am I?"

                Troy's
hand does not stop stroking and petting me.

                “Relax
bud, I brought you back to my place and tended to your wounds, some of them
were quite nasty and deep but I got you patched up all the same, by the way, my
name is Troy Bankcroft".

                So at
least I now have a name to put to my saviour's face, I make my reply.

                “My
name is Powerful Rottweiler On Guard, but you can call me Prog, mind you though
I guess I should change my name pretty soon, some all powerful Rottweiler I am,
I couldn't even take care of myself against those guys".

                Troy's
petting came to an end and he shook his head.

                “I
think the fact that they were quite a large pack would give you a pass, I only
managed to chase them off with the help of a large tree branch that I found lying
on the pathway, otherwise we would have both been in trouble".

                I know
that I am still shivering, but the more time that I spend with Troy the more I
am coming to trust him, it is then that my stomach begins to growl which causes
Troy to giggle a little thus easing the tension even further.

                “Seems
like you need to be fed pup, can you sit up on your own or do you need me to
help you?"

                I
slowly begin to lever myself up into a sitting position and then I rest my back
against the headboard of the bed, Troy nods a little and then speaks again.

                “Not
quite so helpless as you thought huh, well you rest there and I will go grab us
both some food and drink from the kitchen, I will be right back and then we can
talk about what happens next".

                To be
brutally honest I had no idea what I was going to do next but one thing I was
deadly sure about was the fact that I was hungry and thirsty and sore and yes
even maybe a little loved too.