  When I was in fifth grade, we lived at Scarborough Road. It was the first time we had been back to the States in three years. One day I came home from school to find that my parents had bought a dog. A dalmatian puppy named April. I had been playing with a bow and arow in the back yard. I don't remember the specifics, but a glass bottle was found, and I put it on the deck railing, shot at it and broke it.
When they brough April home and let her out back, she cut her paw on the glass. She loved chasing the squirrels in the back yard. We had a number of large pine trees, and the squirrels would antagonize the dog by perching out of reach in the trees and chattering. Dad like to rough house with the dog, and one occasion she bit him. It was either on or near one of his testicles, i I remember correctly. He and the dog didn't get along well after that. On some nights, the dog would sleep on my bed. I would wake up in the morning to find her sprawled out on the bed. When we got her, she seemed large.
I'm not sure how old she was when we got her, but she must have been at least 6 months old. She would crap in the back yard and I would have to go out and clean it up. And with thick layers of pine straw in the back from not raking each season, it was no easy task. 
