First, you may ask, who is Virginia Bradford? What, you don't remember Strange Madness? The Country Doctor? Okay, so I didn't know who Virginia Bradford was either. I looked her up on Wikipedia and apparently she was an actress in the 1920's. Married four times. Had two children. Pets? It didn't say. But she must have been something special because they named a street after her. Our street. And on our street live many pets.
But, the story doesn't end there! That dog, the one who attacked Misha, I will call her WhiteBeast, is still a Virginia Bradford pet. She is kept up on the neighbors porch (which, like ours, doesn't actually have stairs leading down to the back yard. Pointless, if you ask me.) So anyway, one day, I was out looking for FriendCat and her kittens (more about her later) with Gabe and Beni, and of course, Misha. Well, WhiteBeast is barking like the mad dog she is, but we are safely out of reach. Or so I thought. Suddenly there is a flash of white. (It happened so fast that I had to confirm what I already knew with the boys: WhiteBeast had jumped from the porch onto the ground!!) I run to find WhiteBeast trained on Misha, with a lust for her blood and a penchant to kill. I started screaming at WhiteBeast, and then kicking, pulling. grabbing when I realized she wouldn't be swayed away from her goal. This did nothing to deter her, but luckily Misha squirmed free for a moment and I was able to grab her. I ran with her inside, followed by two screaming boys (who later bragged to each other how neither had been the least bit scared by the big, white, angry dog.) Luckily this time, her bite wounds are very minor and should heal just fine. I thought WhiteBeast was going to kill her. If you visited us today you would still see evidence of my struggle with WhiteBeast. A few tufts of fur remain there on the grass as a somber reminder that some pets are mean.