The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-02-08
MICK" PAGAN SICKS DOG
 ONTO WIFE
w oman Uses Knife on Ami nal Which Terribly Lac
 crates Her Shoulder.
Says Husband Was Pooling, and Continues to Shelter Dog-Neighbors Say She Wouldn't If She Didn't Want to-Can Lick Both "Mike' and "Nick."

The lower part of East Bridgepor
 has been stirred during the past few 1 days by a story to the effect tha l Nicholas Pagan, foreman at an Eas l Side coal yard. had held his wife while ! a bull dog chewed her shoulder. one day last week. Rumor had it that
 Pagan and his spouse had quarrelet sicked the canine, an ugly looking brlndle and black purp of the bull type, upon her.
 Mrs. Pagan verified the story today
 that her husband had set the dog up-
 on her, but she said he was only fool
 ing and that he was getting paid back
 for what he did by having to pay the
 doctor bills.
 she asked Q, Farmer reporter, who call
 ed at the Pagan home, at the rear of
 83 Cedar street, this morning. She thought the police had said something about the affair. because an officer had been sent to the house to investi- gate the matter. Mrs. Pagan had no complaint to make, and no arrest was made.
 To the reporter the woman said this morning: Mike (the dog) is an ugly brute. I keep the door open all the time so he can go and come when he wants to. or else he would go through the window to get out My husband is in the habit Of grabbing my skirt and saying to the dog Get her, Mike the dog bites me it was just after din- ner, when Nick held me down and said. Get her, Mike The dog went further than Nick thought, and bit me twice in the left arm near the shoul- der. l was mad and I stuck a knife into the dog, but he didn't seem to mind it. I guess the dog Is too mean to die anyway. I don't mind the bites so muck as the black and blue marks and the swelling that they made. My elbow from the shoulder to the el bow, and half of my back, is black and blue and I can hardly move my arm" <
 was fooHng when he sicked the dog on her, she replied: "Oh, sure! Wasn't he always doing it.''
 Where is the dog now?'' asked the reporter.
 There he is now" she said, point ing behind the stove where the animal lay, apparently asleep. ''I am just after giving him a, trimming with a broomstick for running a. peddler out of the yard. We don't need any keys in this house. l don't dare open the door any wider than this for fear he would take a notion to go after you"
 The conversation with Mrs. Pagan, who is a. rosy checked English woman, was held through a three inch opening in the door which she held ready to close any minute the dog made a move.
 When the reporter left the door wa s left open a. few inches as it was when he arrived so that Mike could go and come whenever he wanted to.
 Mrs. Pagan did not seem to think it strange that the dog should be allow ed the privileges of the domicile after biting her, but left the impression that Mike stood pretty well with his mas ter.
 Those who know Mrs. Pagan best declare that if the dog is in the house 1t is all right. The neighbors say that neither Nick nor Mike will beard her when she is set upon having her ri ights, although Nick is reputed to be ,he best man at rough and tumble in East Bridgeport, while Mike has lick. ed all the bull dogs and other dogs for miles about.