Bulldog Chronicles

  Story Edited by Jordan Sweeny   Chapter 1: Bulldog’s left shoe rang, the same shoe he’s had for 20 years.   Flipping off the heel he answered, “Yello?”   The Director of the Agency was on the other end.   “Bulldog” he said, “we have an emergency here in the capitol, I need you back right away.”   “Roger that” shouted Bulldog abruptly, “I’ll be on my way just as soon as I take care of these bank robbers.”   With that, he wrestled his left shoe back on and turned his mind once again to the men shooting at him.   Six masked gunmen had him pinned behind a leather chair in the lobby, each one angrily hugging an A-K 47 and pummeling bullets in Bulldog’s direction.   With the stuffing of the chair on its last layer, suddenly Bulldog sprang to action.    He quickly removed three bullets from his gun (waste not want not!) and summersaulted out from behind the chair, enemy fire incessantly following him.   Then, in o

Introduction to Bulldog:      Ray “Bulldog” White. The name may seem inconsequential to you, but it sure means a lot to me.   Born in 1925 in Larkin Branch, Kentucky, Bulldog served in the military as a young man and worked nights at the local Ford plant to provide for his family and two children. He was a man of few words, but he lived out his values by working hard and working honestly. In many ways, Bulldog supplied everything needed to create the stories in this book. You see, Bulldog is my dad.      When I was 10 years old, I lost my hamster. This would be a tragic event for any young man, but I was confident; certain that there was one person available who could help with such an important problem – Dad. I don’t remember how long the search lasted, but ultimately Dad delivered and returned my hamster safe and sound. What’s more, he also presented me with a hand-drawn map of his search around the house; how he had stalked the hamster around chairs, under bed