Dog Bites Worse Than Their Bark! by Dan McFadden/danm@sashaspr.com When I was a kid we owned dogs. Quality owners not. Our Heinz 57 collection of mixed breed scavengers were highly transient since we had no fences and easy access to Interstate 5 in North Seattle--unfortunately, conditions that reduced dog life expectancies. Missing dogs back then were just that: missing dogs. There was no internet or web sites devoted to reuniting owners with their furry steed. They were either roadkill or had immigrated to new neighborhoods. And we continued to perpetuate that dynamic by adopting every stray that wandered onto our property. Though we weren’t affluent by any stretch, back then there was little call for pet expenditures. Table scraps instead of freshly ground human-quality food. Never a single vet appointment. No pet health insurance. Few daycares. So for us kids they were affordable and loving new acquaintances which we ...