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The first bite was on my front lawn. When a six- year- old poked her shoe near his nose, Cody darted out and bit the rubberized toe. When the shoe moved and I yelled, he seemed confused.

The little girl scooted toward her mother, unhurt. It was over in seconds and left me confused, too, unsure what had happened. The second time, a friend retrieved Cody’s toy and he nipped her heel.

He broke no skin, but this time I knew what had happened. On Mother’s Day, Cody charged my toddler nephew; I scooped him up just in time. When friends came to dinner, Cody rushed up the back steps and bit Alison’s heel. Eight weeks, two nipped ankles, and a torn pant leg later, it was clear. I had a problem.•••Back at the SPCA, where I’d gotten Cody weeks prior, the stern- looking manager and I sat on the grass in the shade.

Cody leaned against my leg as I stroked his black and gold softness.“He’s only nipped friends, so he hasn’t been reported,” I told Joe.“That’s lucky. Is there a pattern?”I sighed. Four women, a guy, and a kid.”“Yeah, kids are unpredictable, and they’re loud and fast. But it’s not just kids with your dog.”Joe patted his thigh, and Cody approached slowly. But when Joe reached toward the dog, Cody flinched and retreated.

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Joe sat back, his face grim. Watch The Killing HIGH Quality Definitons. An aggressive and dominant dog doesn’t respect the owner. But fearful dogs don’t trust the owner.

Your dog is fearful.”Humiliated by Joe’s implied blame, I searched his unsmiling face for hope.“So what do I do?”His furrowed eyebrows met in the middle, scolding me. Don’t let that dog off leash.

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You have to protect people, and you have to protect him.”It sounded like Cody’s problem was my fault, and I had no idea how to fix him. I drove away from the SPCA more dejected than before I’d come.•••I’d loved dogs forever, and I’d decided on the name “Norman” six years before I got my dog. But when I read the card on the cage and called out, “Hi, Cody!” his plume of a tail wagged as he turned toward me with his big dog smile. I was smitten. I couldn’t steal the name that had been his for only two days. He would be Cody. And he would be mine.

The fantasy dog I’d dreamed of would lie at my feet on a Saturday morning at a sidewalk café, his tail thumping in sleepy pleasure when strangers patted his head. My real- life Cody was beautiful, a collie mixed with Bernese mountain dog, large and black with splotches of gold and white. His eyes were honey- brown, their warmth accentuated by natural black eyeliner. With his tail waving like a flag in the wind, he sashayed when he walked.

I loved my smart and playful dog unreservedly. But he was not my imaginary café dog. Cody radiated gentleness and submission with me, my boyfriend David, my cat, and all dogs. But his nervousness around other people grew, and I became increasingly tense about keeping his mouth away from human skin. The fear cycled through my brain, the leash, his brain, and back to me until I had no idea which of us had spawned it. All I knew was that I had to make sure he kept his teeth to himself.

And then David’s cousin visited, and we all went hiking in Oakland’s Redwood Park. The cousin was uncomfortable around dogs, so I kept Cody away from him. In the car, in the coolness under the towering trees, and in front of my house, Cody was leashed at my side, safely out of reach.

Then as Ryan was leaving, he stepped in front of me. With neither warning nor sound, Cody darted forward and bit Ryan’s calf.“Ah!” yelled Ryan.“NO!” I shouted, jerking Cody back. There were only six inches of slack on the leash, but Cody had found them.

For the first time, he had broken skin. The bite mark welled with blood, and a bruise already showed. I heard a roaring in my ears.

Stumbling up the driveway, I put Cody in the yard. Then I returned and saw the car door still hanging open, as if time had frozen. With a difference of just one inch or one second, there would have been no bite. It had so nearly not happened that it felt as if it hadn’t, and every time I remembered that I’d failed to keep everyone safe, my stomach dropped with a thud. Despite the exertion of a three- hour hike, I felt cold.“Get a washcloth and some peroxide,” ordered David, attending to Ryan, now sitting on my cement front steps.

I did, then wandered from the open car door to the back gate where Cody peeked through the slats, panting with his big dog grin.“Oh my God,” I kept saying to Ryan. I tried to keep him away. I’m so sorry.” My hands shook and I felt dizzy, as if I were floating away. Ryan and David barely spoke to me as they left, each with lips pressed tightly together.•••Though I was on vacation from my teaching job, for three mornings it was hard to get out of bed. Seeing Cody meant admitting that I had a dangerous dog. I couldn’t envision how a future with him could look, yet I couldn’t imagine getting rid of him. Oblivious, he was the same as ever—wagging, obeying commands I’d never even taught him, panting and eager and sweet.

Seeing him made me feel sick. I called my most dog- knowledgeable friend and asked if I should have Cody put down.

Was that what a conscientious dog- owner would do? David offered to drive Cody to a Utah ranch for animals who’d failed in society. I hired three trainers over the next few months, each of whom gave me conflicting advice. All they agreed on was that Cody’s motivation wasn’t dominance or territorial aggression. They said he was simply afraid, repeatedly pushed to do more than he was ready for.

My dog was a fear- biter.•••In desperation, I took Cody to U. C. Davis’s vet school. At the labyrinth of hallways, I froze. There were ankles everywhere I looked. Acutely aware that dogs can smell fear, I tried to stifle my terror and start weaving through the people- choked passageways. But my feet wouldn’t move.

Finally, a vet tech brought me a muzzle. Snapping Cody’s jaws shut was the only remedy for my paralysis. We arrived at a windowless room with bare walls and metal furniture. The scent of Pine- Sol masked any residue of urine that had been puddled by years’ worth of neurotic dogs. The behaviorist sat near Cody and me, across from two vet students. One of the students fetched a less restrictive muzzle for Cody, and for two hours, the three demonstrated methods of desensitization and positive reinforcement.

Then the vet handed me an instruction packet.“He’s afraid, not mean,” he said. You can live with this. He’s very gentle when he’s not scared.

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The phony plotline (about a campaign to ban the Sheik or something) and the skits are the worst thing in the film. Virtually all of the wrestling consists of bloody brawls, and even great technicians like the Funk brothers do nothing more than kick and punch. The matches are all presented as quick montages, which pretty much destroys any flow or interest they may have had- -although I have to admit I was glad to see matches like Captain Ed George vs. Bulldog Don Kent in the short version. The promos fare better. Managers Eddie Creachman and Abdullah Farouk both do some classic mike- work, and Terry Funk and Dusty Rhodes both deliver promos in their signature styles. Realistically, though, I can only imagine two kinds of viewer who might actually like this film.

The first is the fan of ECW or hardcore wrestling in general who might want to see some early specialists in that style, like Abdullah the Butcher and the Sheik. The other is anybody who watched wrestling in the '7. Dusty Rhodes looks almost skinny here, and other well- remembered performers, including Andre the Giant, make brief appearances. There are also wrestlers I had completely forgotten, like Heather Feather. I can't imagine anybody else would like this. It has clearly been slapped together by amateurs, and a homemade set of rock- and- roll songs only makes matters worse.