In June we got our kids a full blood American Bulldog. She was the sweetest puppy I have ever seen. She never chewed, she was just a laid back little fat girl that loved to be petted and loved to eat. She was terrified of all vehicles and stayed on the porch. Today my son Jack and I got in the tractor and headed down the road. I never saw a thing but felt something when my back tire rolled over it. I just for the life of me can't figure out how she got that far from the house, or where she came from to run under the tractor tire. I'm just sick. Jack and I were the only two home, my two girls will be back tomorrow. We buried her and he said good by. I won't win the father of the year award.