• Laika •
Without notice, I let a low growl slip through my teeth when the two dogs approached us. Shear and I were both laying limply on the ground, both with broken legs, but when I tried to stand, I yelped, and sank back into the snow [let's have it be winter?], whimpering softly.
Anna stood in the middle of her house, sobbing into her arm. With shaking fingers, she lifted the phone to her ear and she sobbed as it rang. "H-hello, this is Anna Guzini. . . . Yes, I used to own a breeding center and . . . no, I . . . yes, but all my dogs have escaped! . . . I need a new shipment to get in. . . . Thank you, I'll see you at the new place. . . . I love you, too, Rick." Then she hang up the phone and whispered, "I can't believe what a b**ch I've been to the dogs! Of course they ran." And she started to cry again.
To soother herself, Anna downed some beer and went to bed, lying there and sobbing more.