when I was in high school, I found a puppy (not totally sure, but I’m guessing a pit bull/lab mix) on the porch of my parent’s place a few days before Christmas. Best guess is someone dumped her off at the property, since it’s a farm in a relatively remote area.

Anyway, I convinced my parents to let us keep her. Charlie was an extremely beautiful and sweet dog. But eventually I left for college and moved away.

During the last few years of her life/she would act erratically around me when I’d visit. One second she’d be happy to see me, and the next she growled and snapped at me, and did this to others, too. I ended up having to avoid her entirely. Devastating, to say the least.

We never found out why, despite visits to the vet. Dementia, perhaps.