Friday night, I got home from work & started my normal evening routine.
Then, I heard painful screams coming from my 20 month old son.
I heard "Lucy bite" & saw the blood streaming from his hand & dripping all over his sweater.
My furry friend bit my son.
This was the second time she had bit him.
She had also attacked a neighbor dog (innocent passer-by), just a week before.
I decided it was time.
Lucy had to be put down, Friday night.
I feel horrible.
I'm doing all I can to make it through teaching today, without bawling like a baby.
I'm sorry, Lucy.
...So goddamn sorry.