Here's one about a strange dog. When I was about ten we lived in a duplex next to my aunt and uncle. He got a young, medium sized mongrel, named it Bingo. We lived in a small town where people didn't bother fencing in their dogs in those days but my uncle found that he had to chain this one up as it chased cars and was a bit aggressive. The older it got the more aggressive it got and when a car came by it would run full out until it hit the end of the chain and go up in the air as the chain snapped it back. Eventually it would break the chain, go after the cars tires and bite the tires being thrown in a couple of loop de loops before the car was gone. The dog would then take off and I was recruited to help find it. I never wanted to find that dog and I think my uncle eventually shot it. Thinking back the dog probably had a brain tumour or something to make it so crazy.
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