He was an adorable puppy. Small and slobbery, like most, but he had the strangest scar on the side of his tail. Aunt Wendy said he'd had a tumor removed. He was also unusually aggressive towards my family, except for his owner and me, but in time he grew docile, and my aunt's moving in with us was a success.

His name was Pumpkin. And he was a Russel Jack Terrier.

Or so I thought.