Dear SJ,
OMNOM NOM. This Chinese food is epic.
"Would you stop eating with your mouth open?" Derek growled from across the long, wooden table. Several chairs surrounded it, each being sat in by a dog who was chowing down on their Chinese food.
"Nope," I said with my mouth full. "I haven't eaten in days." I shoveled more rice and sweet and sour chicken into my maw.
He rolled his eyes and continued to munch on his dinner.
One dog raised his paw and said, "Derek, can we speak privately?" I turned and saw that it was Jerry who had spoken. What could he possibly want to talk about?
Derek nodded and stood up, following Jerry out the backdoor and into the yard behind the house.
"I wonder what that's all about," said a grey and white dog named Maro. Here's what Maro looks like:

I shrugged. "Whatever it was, he didn't want any of us to hear," I said.
Maro's red eyes seemed to glow. Those eyes scare me.
"Hmmph," he growled and returned to his meal.
I got up from my seat and took my plates into the kitchen. As I was washing the dishes, I peered through the little window above the sink that gave a clear view of the backyard. I saw Jerry and Derek standing there, their paws motioning wildly as they spoke. It seemed to be an intense conversation.
Setting down the dishrag, I lifted the window up and let the breeze carry their voices to me.
What I heard next was unsettling.
"If she is going to stay with us, her family must perish."
Gotta go, SJ. They're coming in.
~Lux