My family used to raise dogs and when I was about 3, my dad let me keep on of the puppies our German Shepard had. His name was Wiggles, because he was the last to learn to walk so he wiggled on his belly to get wherever he need to go. He was a good boy. I even had him trained to sit in our front yard without a leash and just relax while I played or read in the yard. People would ask to pet him, and every time the mail man came, Wiggles got a treat for being such a good dog. One day, a new mail man was on our route, and when Wiggles went up to greet him, the mail man pepper sprayed him. Wiggles freaked out and bit the man and he was taken way from me. I was 6. I hope I get to see him again some day.