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The Great Escape pt.3 - Plans work much better in theory than in practice

"That's... Mine!", I growled possessively as the Black and White streak continued to dart wildly around me, occasionally nipping at my heels. "I said, that's mine!"  

He had gone too far this time; never, and I mean never, mess with my toys. Unless you want to be handed a death sentence, you won't steal my toys. The message, however, did not seemed to have sunk in because, right now, Nugget had stolen not one, but two of my toys. To make it worse, he was now bouncing triumphantly around me as if he was rubbing salt into a wound. I was going to get him though, and I was going to get him good... Somehow...

"Come on then, Breeze. You wan' it? Huh, huh? Come get it then!", he taunted. "I thought it was yours... Too bad, that's mine now!" He laughed mockingly at me. That was the final straw for me; he had done it now.

I lunged forward and ended up hitting him squarely in the ribs. His legs buckled underneath him and he went toppling onto the solid concrete floor below. I was sat on top of his fallen body, repeatedly biting his ears and neck in an attempt to recapture my dog-napped toys.

Beneath me, Nugget's stunned body began to curl up in pain; soon he had managed to tuck himself up into a tight ball shape so I was unable to grasp his ears anymore. I could still reach his neck though, which I did with enthusiasm, as I began to throw him around by the scruff of his neck.

Nugget was screaming out at me to stop by this point, but I didn't, I couldn't. His agony filled whimpers had done what we needed them too; attract the attention of Stewart and Jake.

You see, this was my plan. I wasn't really mad at Nugget, nor was Nugget in any actual pain; it was all a hoax. We needed Jake to see that I was willing to fight. According to the other two dogs, there were air vents in each one of the kennels housing the fighting dogs; Jake took much better care of his money-earning dogs. All we needed him to do was move me into that kennel block and my plan would begin.

Sure enough, Jake eyed me hungrily as I pretended to ravage Nugget. He even held back Stewart who was trying desperately to break us up; Jake wanted to see what I could do. I knew that I would have to stop soon though. Nugget had kindly agreed that I could bite him a few times for the added effect of blood, but if I carried on much longer, I was sure Jake would clock-on to the fact that the levels of bloodshed didn't correspond to the brutality of my attack.

I managed to subtlety tell Nugget to drop the ball he was carrying, the ball of which I was trying to get and the sole reason I was 'attacking' in the first place. As it rolled away from us, I gave one last growl in Nuggets direction and went off to retrieve my prize. Jake stood outside the run (which he had only recently discover existed much to the dismay of Stewart who received a thorough ear-bashing), looking smug, a slight smirk playing on his conceited lips.

Stewart ran to Nugget as soon as Jake gave him permission. It was Nugget's job to act as though he was writhing in agony and suffering from severe shock. If all went well, Natcho would be able to steal Stewart's keys while he was busy fussing over Nugget. She was to disguise it as affection for Stewart so he didn't find the clinking of the keys out of place.

After my 'attack', I had to make my way back into the gloom of the indoor kennel so I couldn't see whether Natcho had managed to accomplish her task.

The next stage of the plan, if all went well, was for...swoosh... The kennel door to slammed shut, isolating me. I would now, hopefully be taken away from the other two to a new kennel in the other block.

Just as I hoped, a new person I assumed worked in the kennels, warily entered the mesh run I was in carrying a slip lead and a muzzle. I really wasn't too keen to wear a muzzle, but I had to look fierce for the plan to work.