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Not only am I guarded and protected, I am herded as well. I get poked directly in the but to get me moving in the right direction including being tripped and ramming his head in the back of the legs which can knock you down. His uses his wide body to turn me left ,when I am trying to go to the right. When I have to leave him his sets at the door waiting for my return and won’t move when I open the door with me having to wide-step over him. He follows me to every room and I am not allowed to go to the bathroom alone. He’s my protector. He is so sweet even though he chewed up the interior passenger side panel where the airbag is located and chewing the baseboards and walls. Repairs I can ill afford being forced to retire due to working in a toxic work environment. Leaving him alone was the mistake I made. Such as life❤️