Riding past this house on the left
on County Rd. 109,
Pops, my best friend, ( I will introduce you (later in this series)),
tells me about this woman who lived there. Every time we go by.
I guess we went by there at least ten times last  week.
The way he tells the story , (1000 times now),
she had this pit bull, trained for her protection.
He said she bragged how, on her command,  her dog would ****.
I guess that made her feel protected.
Then one night, as he tells it, she walked by his (the pit bull's) food dish.
He ate her.