My parents raised my brother and I, and many litters of English Bulldogs. Igor was the best of them all. When Igor was still less than a year old and we lived in Hawaii, Mike, my brother and I came downstairs and I asked what was for breakfast. Mom said "fix your own breakfast" in a dismissive tone. Seconds later Igor walked in the kitchen and mom leaned over and started baby talking to him and asked if he want a egg with his breakfast. Igor always answered with two barks. Mike I and I both got on the floor and started barking. She got the point and fixed us breakfast as, after feeding the dog. Mike and I often brought up how
horribly mistreated we were at family gatherings.
