Personal Narrative: Freckle's Life

Its our actions that define us, and the summer before my first year of high school defines me.
My family had just taken in a Blue Labrador around six years old that was isolated for the majority of his life. We named the timid yet redoubtable Labrador Freckles, because of his spots. Freckles had begun to show tolerance of only a few people, I was one of them.
Since Freckles chose not to attack me I was tasked with taking care of our lawn resident. Freckles was a dog I never really felt a connection to, rather a facet to prove my responsibility to my family. Then, Freckles struggled life continued when stray dogs began attacking him in the night.
Awaking each morning to a blood covered dog who had done nothing to deserve his conditions resonated