My neighbors filed a complaint because my dog "looks aggressive." Let me tell you what he actually does. They see a block-headed Pitbull patrolling my fence line and they see a threat. They don't see what happens at 3:00 AM when the nightmares from my last tour in Kandahar hit. When I'm sweating and thrashing, thinking I'm back in the firefight, Gunner doesn't bark. He gently climbs onto my chest. He applies pressure it's called "grounding." He licks the tears off my face until my heart rate slows down. He stands between me and the door when I'm too anxious to walk outside. This dog isn't guarding a drug house; he's guarding a broken soldier who is trying to learn how to be a civilian again. To the HOA board: You can try to take my house, but you aren't taking my battle buddy. He didn't serve overseas, but he's saving a veteran's life every single day right here at home. The dog saves the soldier from nightmares. Credit: dog love