The pit bull attacked a neighbor dog late one night — my dad beat it off with a sprinkler key. I think Animal Control took it after that… maybe that’s where my memory is coming from?

The drug dealer who lives across the road from us (yes, I know, but it really is not a bad neighborhood, it just so happens that this dude is family, bought family land and happens to be a hoodlum) has a very mean rotwieller (have no idea how to spell that but you know one of those big ugly mean looking dogs) and it stayed chained most of the time. Well, if the dog every got loose, everyone in the neighborhood would run for cover.

So, my kids are accustom to hearing, “gabby’s lose, we have to go inside now”. That has carried over to any and every dog they have ever laid eyes on.

My youngest son, 3.5, will hold too fingers about 1/2 inch apart and say, I wike wittle dowgs. But the fact is, both of my boys are terrified.

And, if we ever encounter a dog I am not sure of, I start mentally going over all the rules, cover the kids’s face, lay on top of the kid and bury your own face and pray for hope to come….yea, right…

Now, daydream on that for a while…ack!

embarrasingly, once when my daughter was being 17 in public, even though I was the one who’d just bought lunch I pretty much said this out loud. I complained about her lack of consideration; as mothers of teenages sometimes pointlessly do. My statement slid into something about how I’d throw myself in a volcano if needed to save her life, but the way she was acting lately I couldn’t be sure she’d answer the phone for me. The look she gave me wasn’t too much worse than usual, but the grandmotherly looking woman beside us was trying hard not to actually laugh out loud.

All this time, I just thought I was loopy… Well, I am, but not for this reason at least!

I was always told that the best way to do it is by yanking their front two legs apart as hard as you can, it breaks their ribcage and punctures their heart.