Dad had just got back with our new dog when we were just sitting down for dinner.
It was Friday, which is the day we have a roast, "What sort of dog is it?" I asked
Dad nervously. "The man at the pet shop said it was a pit ball, said it was a lovely
dog"
"Oh my gosh"I thought with fright. Then I looked down at the dog with saliva dribbling
down his big chin. "What shall we call it then?" Dad exclaimed
"I don't know" I moaned. POW just then the dog went flying across the room and exploded the chicken.