S started telling me this story at the end of the day.
S: I shot a damn dog in the head, no lie.
Mr. C: Why?
S: I had to. I was walkin’ down the road with a pistol in my pant.
I looked down and a dog grabbed my ass in the hand. Locked on and everything.
I pulled my gun out and straight killed his ass.
Mr. C: That’s terrible.
Unfortunately S is no longer at the school. I received an email saying that they had been sent off to a center and would be evaluated in 6 months.