My Beloved Pet Named Bubba

     The one pet that I loved the most throughout my many years of life is my dog name Bubba. He died earlier this summer due to cancer. He was Thirteen years old in people years ( I am not sure in dog years). I knew him from when I was Five to when I was Fourteen. When I was young at that time I layed on the floor watching the movie on movie nights with a pillow and a blanket and he'd lay down right beside me. When I was five I would ride his back around the house until I fell of of him onto the floor or hitting a wall. Another crazy thing I did with my dog was chase the chickens and geese at my moms old farmhouse that we lived at. He'd also chase off the neighbor's dogs when they tried killing our cats (They were successful in killing about 7 out of 12).Bubba Was a Rottweiler that was black all over and with a white spot over were his heart was. He was about three inches shorter than I am now when he was standing (I'm around 5'8, 5'9). He loved bones he would eat one the size of my arm in about two days. My mom would drive him and me into town when ever she had to run arr-ens. This was and is my favorite pet of my life I could of never had a better dog RIP.