I recently found some old photos of my childhood pets. Shera, who I proudly named, was half pit half mastiff. Simon was, derp, Siamese. They were both cool as fuck. My mom took Shera to the pound when she was about a year old after this big “pit bull scare” in the late 80s. Some guy bought her. Two or three sad days later, we left the house to go to school, and found her sitting in the back seat of my mom’s Rambler convertible in the driveway waiting for us. She had broken through the window screen at her new owner’s house miles away, and found her way back to us. Mom decided she could stay after that.