"Dirty Biter" was an odd-looking dog, mostly from a broken jaw he got when he was a pup in the early 1970s. He would go home with anyone, since he was owned by everyone in town. His favorite hangout was a First Street watering hole named the 1890s Tavern, where a bar stool was reserved for him. His favorite dish was the broasted chicken, but he never refused an offer of a steak or a burger.
Dirty Biter was killed in a dogfight in 1982. A small park on First Street now bears his name, and a life-size bronze of the tiny mutt sits on a metal bench, his tongue lolled out of his mouth, next to his beloved tavern.
A sign tells his story, and concludes, "Dirty Biter -- Our Hero."
