I was a normal house dog until that fateful day....
It was a day like any other. The birds sung, the sun shone, and me? I was laying in Rachael's lap. She was petting me while sitting on the couch watching TV. I was almost asleep for a nap when her dad came in the room. Let me get one thing straight, Rachael's dad wasn't anything like Rachael. He had smelly breath, really bad B.O., and overall wasn't a nice person. He came into the room and said, "Rachael, I want you to move so I can sit there and watch football!"
Since Rachael wasn't the type of person to argue, she walked outside and I followed.
She sat in the porch, her brown hair blowing to one side in the brisk autumn air.
After a while she said, "Wolfe.... If you could run away, would you?"
I looked up at her. I didn't understand. Was she trying to get rid of me? I barked a no.
"Heh," she laughed, "Of course. You are a dog. The best dog, actually. Lets go inside. It's getting dark."
Rachael's father was asleep by the time we went inside with a cigarette in one hand and a bottle of beer in the other. Rachael crept upstairs and I followed at her heels. She went immediately to bed, and with nothing else to do, so did I.
I woke up to the smell of the smoke.
