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... After our son came back from Iraq with eleven months stop loss and two years, he was a mess. Bradley came to be with us while he worked through PTSD and some legal issues. We live in a condo, about 1400 sq ft. I would walk him four or five times a day, but he just needed to run. An there is just no place for us to let him run. One morning I just opened the door and out he went and into traffic, I got around the corner just in time to see a hit and run driver roll him under her car. I about lost it. Another couple of drivers driver carried him across the street to our veterinarian.

I had to walk right over THE spot where he died everyday to and from my studio everyday for years. My heart sunk every day two times a day.

That was just a good dog living in the wrong neighborhood, with people too old handle him.

Our son pulled through and is doing very well in Alaska. He's a good man.