My Road to Perdition

Two men kneeling down with a dog in front of them.

Admittedly, I love Bulldogs, but how did I get that way? Looking back, I can figure it out because it certainly wasn’t predictable. I was a seven-year-old boy who kept rabbits, and I was horrified when my father decided that it was time to butcher some of them. It was the Depression, after all, and we…

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