I hear you.
I'm married to a Sicilian biker who literally grew up streetfighting on Federal Hill in Providence RI.
[the 50s/early 60s...back in the good ol' bad ol' days]..;))
Only a suicidal fool would call him a wussy over his love for our dogs.
Hell, he knocked the crap outta one of his best buds because the guy jerked his -own- arthritic dog by its aching legs and made it scream while hubby was standing there.
You just don't hurt *any* animal while he's anywhere near.
"P*ssy" he ain't....not by a long stretch.
Where I live, the good ol' boys have 2 immutable rules.
No insulting the wife.
No kicking the hound.
Break either rule at your own risk.
For myself, I am a loyalty fanatic and I learned that from the greatest teachers of all; my dogs.
They'd go the distance for me and I can do no less for them.
Hubby and I discussed this at the outset of the NO mess and I flatly stated that, in the event of disaster *here*, I will either leave with my dogs or die with them.
Either way, we stay together, regardless.
Does that make me a "nut"?
Don't know, don't care.
That's just how it is,plain and simple.
Thanks for the story. I just have little patients for those that act big and bad when it comes to American domesticated dogs. When I said they are more trustworthy and loyal than most humans, I met it. Our German Shepard would die first while protecting my family.
Loyality goes both ways in my opinion.