Bull was left on my dad's friend Teddy's porch on Christmas 2001. I actually do remember him as a puppy cuz Dad and Ted were working on our house at the time and Ted doesn't go anywhere without his dog Lug (and Bull just tagged along with Lug). Well, they guess that Bull got into the horse pasture behind Ted's house and got trampled. Ted doesn't believe in vet's I guess because Bull never had his hindend fixed ( Lug's never been to the vet either) Bull crawled around Ted's yard for a while til he could finally walk again and Ted decided that he didn't want Bull anymore. Ted was going to have someone take him off and shoot him but Dad took him to find a "good home". I still think Dad knew I'd want him and it was just his way to keep Mom from getting mad at him. (She didn't want another dog). So I did the begging thing and they finally "gave in" May of last year. Now I can't remember life without him!