Here's my baby, Anvil. He's 15 years old, has been lost in the Arizona desert as a puppy (An area that had a lot of bobcats and coyotes), ran over by a car, been in numerous fights with the rotties my family has had(He has the little dog complex despite not being a little dog, and now old man grumpiness as well), and survived a stroke on the fifth of this year. The left side of his face is a little droopy now, as you can see by his eye being slightly more closed than the other.
He's a massive turd, but I love him.
Puppy picture (This was right after we found him in the desert. Thankfully his mama sniffed him out):