Frank...I had one lil bulldog growing up. He had to be put to sleep because he would attack anyone that came near me or if he heard me cry. My uncle gave me that dog when I was five and we only kept him for a few months.

I still vaguely remember the police coming and putting him in the car...this was after he leaped through a screen door after my brother. He thought my brother bloodied my face, but I actually fell down the concrete steps to our house.

I made up for lost time though.lol