Pt. 2 Here. Read on for Part 3…
Yep! That fucking dog ran out of the cage.
Not only did he run out of the cage, but, he was jumping all over the place. I looked over at the nurse, shrugged and smiled sheepishly. I swear I heard that dog sing “Hello, my baby. Hello, my honey. Hello, my ragtime gal…” as he went to greet each and every dog, like he was running for mayor of Dogtown.
“It’s ok.” The nurse tried to comfort me in my embarrassment. “It’s probably a rush of adrenaline.”
“It better be.” I muttered. “And there better be something wrong with that dog. Or he’s D E D, dead.”