Yeah,…sure,...Trusty this, and Trusty that...sweet homage and bromides mask the real story. That dog was manipulative, self-absorbed, and after lapping up the remains of a bottle of whiskey that she’d broken on the kitchen floor, downright mean and vicious. Let me tell you, I’ve seen Trusty’s doppelganger sneer as she wantonly stole the last bits of food from the neighbor dog Jake’s food dish. I’ve seen “VT” (aka “Vicious T”) as she known by people in the Haight, intimidate and stare down off-leash pit bulls until they went cringing and sulking back to their owners in the Park. I bet most of you writing nice things about this beast never saw the prison tattoos she got during her stints back in Beantown kennels. She kept them and that dark part of her life hidden under the fur that was as black as her soul. And if you really want to experience pain, just try suggesting to Trusty, that maybe someone else, possibly a human, might want to try sitting in “her” chair in the apartment she lorded over, here on Page Street...it’s like the old joke, “what runs around with four legs and an arm?” Well the answer sure as shine-ola ain’t no pit bull. It’s Trusty.
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