A deranged bull terrier story
An unpleasant memory from my childhood came to mind this evening, as I sat down to write my daily Medium story.
We had a dog — a bull terrier — by the name of Mighty.
Mighty was a very powerful dog. When he first joined our family as a cute puppy we couldn’t get enough of him. For many years the idea of getting a pet had not been open to discussion, because Mom was allergic to animals. But Dad eventually persuaded her. The breed was chosen because it had little hair and one of Dad’s colleagues, who sold us the puppy, did a great job of advertising bull…