Just look at this boy. After enduring 15 brutal months as a failed fighting dog

Just look at this boy. After enduring 15 brutal months as a failed fighting dog, he's spent nearly two years by my side learning how to simply be a dog—and most of all, to be happy. I just snapped this photo of him sunbathing, and the peace on his face says everything. He’s the most relaxed soul now… our walks are slow and long because he takes in every moment. 🥰🤣

PS:
Thank you all so much for your kind words. I’m truly touched by the outpouring of love for him—he deserves every bit of it, and I give him all I can. We’re still on a journey together. Cuddles at home aren’t quite his thing yet, but we’re getting there. It’s only recently that he’s started to fully unwind and stop "working."

Due to his past, where he was abused and left outdoors, the outside still feels like a safer space to him—that’s where we cuddle. Indoors is still his sanctuary, his boundaries are important, and he’s just started following me around without fear. He even gets vocal about what he needs now. At night, he prefers his own room and doesn’t like to be disturbed.

His ears and tail were cruelly cropped, and even today, I still can’t clean his ears without upsetting him 😫. But despite it all, he’s come so far—and I’m so proud of him.