when i was little we had two dogs that like always protected me and wouldnt even let my parents get near me.Luke would sit under neath my craddle and he was part wolf so when anyone got near me he would so them his fangs and almost bit my parents a couple times when they tried to take me out of it. My mom was scared to even try to get me out of the craddle so my dad always had to.But then one day they ran away. my dad went out to find them and found one of them like 3 miles up the road in a ditch.He found the other one like 7 miles up the road with a group of other dogs they were both alive. Me and my brother loved them so much then one day we had to move and so we had to give them away.... and till this day i havent seen them i just want to know where they are and if there still alive i wonder everyday but the thing is i will never know and thats what sucks!! :'(