My grandpa taught you to be obedient and kind at once, so though a guard dog, you did not bite or maim anyone, until the day you were ordered to babysit me. Grandma had gone into town shopping, leaving me with grandpa, However an urgent matter came up in the flour mill that grandpa owned and he had to rush off to take care of it, leaving me behind with you on a square plaid blanket in the middle of the yard. You, Captain were given strict instructions to not let me crawl off the blanket and not to hurt me in any way. I was a baby who had just learned to crawl. You sat next to me looking very tall and proud of the new-found responsibility entrusted you.
I, of course, curious and full of beans, tried immediately to crawl off the blanket onto the more inviting green grass all around. You then grabbed my diaper with your slobbering mouth, careful to avoid any teeth marks on my skin and pulled me gently back onto the blanket.
This happened many times as I was a stubborn baby, just as I am a stubborn adult now, and tried to flee your blanket prison with all my might. Well Captain, I now know you tried your best not hurt me each time you pulled me back.
By the tenth time I was thoroughly frustrated with my failed attempts at freedom and poked you in the eye, very painful I am sure, and I am now very sorry.
You, Captain flinched in pain and quickly bit me, although gently on the lips. I have a scar to this day, although small and almost invisible.
Dear Captain you left an even deeper scar on me that day, because every time I walk past a handsome, dignified german shepherd now, I flinch and cross to the other side of the street.
Nevertheless I realize it was not your fault, as you were never meant to be a baby minder and my grandpa overestimated your capabilities, so I forgive you, rest in peace dear Captain.