He was a silent fury, who no torment could tame.

My name is Jerra. 

I highly recommend reading Jack London, his writing is exquisite. I suggest reading White Fang, gives you such a beautiful insight of our canine friends. 

He didn't ask himself, "why did that dog turn out that way" he asked himself, "why would I turn out that way"

He was a play of empathy, something in his time that was hardly thought of. 

"This expression of abandon and surrender, of absolute trust, he reserved for the master alone"