I don't really know who my mom and dad were. I was adopted from the shelter. The shelter claimed that I was part German Shepherd, but I don't think so. I'm too tall for one and my hair is too short. Another suggestion is that I'm part Rottweiler because of the bump on my head and my markings. But really, I look closest to a Rhodesian Ridgeback the famed lion hunting dogs of Africa. And here you have picture proof.
See that lion attacking my boy Thom. Well I knew exactly what to do with that. I sprung into action going straight for his head. Lion hunting in the Wilkerson household is nothing like hunting in Africa. It was cake.....no running across the plain, no tracking for hours, which is a good thing because I don't have my pack buddies to help me take down these massive lions.
The strangest thing was that the lion seemed to come up right to me and offer no resistance when I attacked. Look at that handsome, brave and fierce dog going straight for that lion's muzzle. I was determined to rescue my boy Thom from that horrible lion.
With one expert attack I took that lion down. And as you can see Thom wasn't harmed in the attack. Not one scratch on his face. I'm very proud of that.
So you may wonder what happened to the lion.
Well I disposed of him in another location.
Sorry for the graphic details of the Lion's guts. I know it's hard to see for the first time. Poor lion. But if it wasn't for me I don't know what would have happened to Thom!