April 11, 2007
Rev was little and cute and evil, a Frasier dog. Liz toted him around on her shoulder like an infant. Rev was named after the founder of the breed, the Reverend Jack Russell, but there was nothing sacred about him. When people kissed, Rev snarled and snapped. He bit: a child, his owner, my best friend, all for no reason, though Liz kept trying to find one. When he lunged at my best friend and pierced her coat and her leg with his teeth, I sprung into action and lifted him off her, and flung him halfway across the room.