Tito
A story about my dog, and about the shooting on Ft. Hood.I had a nice office job on post, Fort Hood, Texas. I lived right outside the air field gate. I had a blue healer named Tito, and I enjoyed taking him for walks. His leash hung from the door handle, and he would push it into the door so the the snap clicked, reminding me. He was a charmer. When it would rain I would try to catch him at the door and wipe his feet so he wouldn't track up the house. He would inevitably get aw...
