Growing up, my family only ever owned cats. My sisters and I would beg and plead with our parents, but with both of them working full time jobs and our itineraries full of your typical childhood extracurriculars it just wasn’t feasible. As the years passed, my sisters’ desires for woman’s best friend never ebbed, but one event managed to change all of that for me. It was the middle of summer-a hot, sunny day-a Sunday. I know that because we always spend Sundays at my Grandma’s home and that’s where it all happened. That fateful day at my favorite childhood haunt was where I was nearly bitten by the meanest,…