(This story may be disturbing for some.)
My owner is taking me for a walk down the street, same time everyday.
There we see 2 men walking towards us. My owner put me back in the car. From the car, I feel anxious because my
owner doesn't come in with me. He is still outside and through the window, I see...
Oh, no, his hands are tied up at the back by the 2 men and
being taken away. No, I have to save him. I have to jump out of the window to
save him. Trying and trying... I finally squeeze through the small opening, get
out of the car and running to my owner. The 2 men stand between me and my
owner, who is now yelling and screaming. Something is definitely wrong. I need
to do something to save my owner. My head is lowered, my canines are shown and let out the growl. One man is now
dragging my owner to their car while the other one pointing something at me. I
heard POW, POW, POW... Something’s burning. I could no longer stand up. My
sight is fading...
