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There once were three little pigs.......you know the rest....

One time I tried to take our grandparents' doberman rotty mix for a walk. Her name was Dale. We were told she's very strong and that she'd end up taking us for a walk instead, but I didn't listen. We were running behind her while she dragged us by the leash, over the train tracks that were no longer in use. She yanked hard while I ran and I tripped and landed on my palms and knees. There is still a tiny, shiny scar on the meaty part of my left palm.

R.I.P., silly dog.