Janice gave Steve another kiss, and pulled away to go upstairs. Steve continued to look at her, smiling, as she went up the stairs. He turned to go into the living room.

            “Stacy.” He called whistling afterwards. “We’re home, girl.”

            But as Steve began to enter the living room, he saw blood on the floor leading into the kitchen.

            “What the.”

            He rushed into the living room, and in horror, saw Stacy lying on the floor, not moving, with her throat ripped open. Steve fell against the wall with his hand over his mouth.

            “Oh, my God.” He said in a faint whisper. “Janice, get down here!” Steve shrieked in terror.

            Janice came rushing down.

            “What is it? What is it?”

            Janice came running into the kitchen, and noticed blood on the floor as Steve did.

            “Oh, my God. Why is there blood-“

            But before Janice could finish her sentence, she took in a deep gasp as she saw Stacy lying on the floor, dead.

            “Oh, my God! Stacy!” She screamed.

            Janice ran into Steve’s arms and sobbed, burying her face in Steve’s chest. Steve held her and laid the side of his face over her head.

            “Oh, my God. How could this happen?” Steve whispered.

            Janice ran over to Stacy’s body, and cried over her.

            “No… Stacy.” She sobbed.

            Steve walked over and bent down and held Janice at her side, rubbing her shoulder in comfort. Then, as Steve looked at Stacy’s body, he noticed black and brown hair, all over Stacy’s body. It was definitely a dog. He was angry, so he thought of the first one he could blame.

            “Jack!” He yelled. “Damn you!”

            Steve stood up, and Janice looked closer, wiping her tears away. She also noticed that there was black and reddish brown fur all over her body, but there wasn’t any white hair anywhere. It was all black and brown. Jack’s cheeks and snout were filled with white hair, like he was mixed with a Husky or a Malamute. But there wasn’t one white hair, not even where Stacy’s neck was.

            “Steve.” She called silently.

            “What?”

            “It couldn’t have been Jack.

            “What?! Than whom else could it have been?” He yelled.

            “Come here.”

            Steve came over next to Janice, frustrated, and kneeled down next to her.

            “Look at this. It’s all black and brown hair.”

            “Yeah, exactly.”

            “But hold on a sec. Jack’s cheeks and snout have white hair all over them. There isn’t one white hair in any of this. Not even near her neck. And if Jack did it, there must be white hair near her neck. How would he be able to bite her on her neck without having his face near her neck?”

            Jack thought hard about it. She had a point. There wasn’t one white hair near Stacy’s bitten neck.

            “I don’t know, Janice… I don’t know.”

            “It couldn’t have been Jack, Steve!” She yelled.

            “I know I know.” He said calmly, still thinking about it. Who could have it been? He thought.

            “Hold on. I’m going to call the police. Stay here, ok.”

            Steve ran into the kitchen, picked up the phone, and quickly dialed 911. How could have this happened? Who could have done this if it wasn’t Jack? He thought to himself. It didn’t seem like he was ever going to find out. They don’t take foot prints for dogs at the police station, so they were a bit out of luck.

Chapter 5

Randy still had the raw taste of blood and Golden Retriever in his mouth. He licked his chops of the blood. Not that it tasted good or anything, but it made him feel bad, like a job well done. He looked back at Dan and Tom near the end of the alley way. They were fighting again. What morons. He thought.

“Watch it, Tom. Who said you can dig in my trash can?” Dan questioned angrily.

“Your trash can? What makes you think it’s yours, huh?”

“Cause I found it, pug snout!”

“You see this face, huh?” Tom snarled. “Do I look like I’m playing with you?”

“Stop fighting you morons.” Randy yelled. “It’s not going to get you anywhere. I’m just going to end up knocking your skulls together like I always do.” 

“You’re not our keepers, Randy,” said Dan. “We can take care of ourselves, you know.”

Randy hated hearing mouth from Dan. He was always giving him lip. Randy looked back with a snarl and ran up to his face, growling. Dan took a step back and cowered under him.

“You wanna repeat that again, smart ass? You think you’re any better? You wouldn’t last two minutes without me. So you listen well. You better stop mouthing back at me or you’ll get your throat ripped out just like that blond we just slaughtered, you understand me?”

Dan was peeing where he stood. Randy scared him to death whenever he threatened him like that. Randy was not the dog to mess with. You give him attitude, and he’s on you like fat on a walrus. He didn’t take any crap from anyone.

“Y-your right, Randy. I’m sorry.” Dan said, cowardly

“You better be, smart ass.”

Randy then turned away and started to walk back through the alley.

“Let’s get moving, both of you.” Randy called. “We need to get lover boy before he leaves town.”

“What makes you think he left, Randy?” Tom asked.

“Are you serious?” Randy laughed. “Did you see his face when we slaughtered that blond?”

“Yeah, but… what if he didn’t?” Dan asked.

“Then we’ll let ‘em rot.”

“He may have already left, Randy.” Tom said. “I don’t think he’d stay around here if we just killed his girl friend.”

“He’d better have.” Randy growled. “If not, he’s dead.”

Dan and Tom laughed behind Randy.

“Sounds like a plan, Randy.” Tom said.

“You better believe it.” 

Chapter 6

I woke up again, and it was still very dark. Despite the little rumples here and there along the trip, I had a pretty good sleep. And not nightmares this time, thank God. When I was awake, the truck was bumping pretty hard; I could barely stay where I was lying. But it was also going pretty slow too. Maybe I was pretty close.

I came out of my little resting place, trying to walk and keep my balance at the same time. When I came around the corner, I saw a little line of light under the steel door. It was day time! The sun must have been shining pretty bright if I were to see a light in this dark place. I slowly walked up to it, and tried to peek through the tiny crack. It was hard to keep focus from all the bumps on the road. It looked like a dirt road from what I was able to see. Maybe I was here! Maybe I had reached Yellowstone. I went over the farther end of the storage area of the moving truck. I lifted my ear and moved my head closer to the side of the truck, trying to listen to what the humans were saying.

There was silence for a few seconds, and then I heard the driver speak.

“We should be coming up on the camp pretty soon,” said Bob. “How long has it been since we passed the sign?”

“I’d say a good ten minutes.”

Wow.I thought. This place must be pretty big. I could still tell that we were on the dirt road. We were still hitting some pretty hard pumps, as well as forming them on the side of my head. Ouch. I hate gravity.

“Oh. Here we are. Can you see the campus?” Bob asked.

“Yep. Here we are. Teton Village. Ain’t that a beut?”

“Sure is.”

This is what I hated about being in a crate or an enclosed place, because nine times out of ten, I can’t see what’s going on. The humans up front were pretty much teasing me by describing the “beautiful” view. I didn’t know what Yellowstone looked like. I heard that it was a pretty nice place. But it was still killing me to know what my new home looked like despite if it was beautiful or not… that would be nice though. 

I started to feel a bit of centrifugal force as the truck slowed down. It