THIS IS US
Equilibrius Pups
Borealis was a Shepherd-Boxer-Rottie who did what she wanted.
You might’ve got suckered into thinking she was happy to see you, with her flirty eyes and that tail all thwackathwumber. You may could even get her to lick you like a content loyal fur-friend would do. But don’t doubt me, she has beads on the end game always:
Get as much food in this belly as surrendepitously possible!
And you are a food-dispenser!
That was just her way.
Her sister, a simple Black Lab, had been killed by a simple black El Camino, which was why Borealis was regularly found with a nervous shoe in her mouth — though it hadn’t been the car’s fault. But that’s for the next paragraph.
The automobile had not acted alone. There was a demon chihuahua who would harass the whole neighborhood, at sleepish hours whenever manageable. It went from lot to lot, transmitting this hyper-pheremoned invisible soundwave that only house pets could discern, and then . . . all Hell would break loose in your barracks. That’s how I’d foolishly come to unleash Borrie’s sister on the bark-rat when I’d spotted it that fateful morning.
“Go get him, girl!” and then launch like lightning.
