I SCREAMED AT HIM TO STOP AS HE TORE THE DRESS OFF MY SCREAMING DAUGHTER... THEN I SAW WHAT FELL OUT OF THE HEM. Everyone told me I was crazy to bring a "damaged" dog into a house with a five-year-old. They said his breed was a ticking time bomb. They said his scars meant he had a violent past that love couldn't fix. For six months, Duke was nothing but a gentle giant. But today, at Lily’s birthday party, the monster they warned me about finally showed up. Or so I thought. I was holding the cake