One small step for dog one big leap for dog kind

Chapter one: My fate

 I was this close to winning if it hadn't been for the last order my master gave me which could have very well killed me.

I was waiting for the last command. I wasn't going to lose this competition. I had trained too much for this. I was a sheepdog, I had to win.

I stood at the very edge of the pen waiting for my master's command to do the last step of getting the sheep inside the cage. I sat there waiting to make sure I was quiet so the sheep couldn't hear me.

Then he gave the command. He whistled the command which meant jump the fence.

Of course, I tried the trick at home with the sheep at home with the fence at home. And I must admit the fence at home was very small. This fence here at the arena was humongous.

"Sir are you sure you want her to jump that fence? I mean she could kill herself!" a man whispered into my master's ear (this man knew what the whistle meant).

"No, she has got this! We have trained for this! Now let me focus on giving orders!" my master demanded.

In my mind, I was scared, frightened, and nervous. But at the same time adventurous. So I went for the jump. It was in slow-mo as I ran towards the gate. I took the jump.

As I was in the air the sheep in the arena ran in all directions. I skidded over the top of the fence scraping my belly against it. My landing wasn't so pretty either. I thudded to the ground on my back. Then everything went black.