My best friend in Greenside, Anne, had an Alsatian called Karl. He was a cute puppy, but he grew into a vicious animal. Before I went to see her, I'd phone first and she'd lock him away. One day, as I arrived and rang the doorbell, he came bounding round the back of her house barking ferociously. I went into panic overload and started yelling for Anne. He immediately headed straight for me and clamped his gigantic jaws onto my delicious meaty thigh. I thought I would faint from the pain and fear. She was right behind, dragged him off me, then pulled me inside and plied me with sweet tea and biscuits. How our friendship survived that day, I'll never know!
