Part 1: A Life of A Homeless Dog

It all started on a Monday. Bruce McWithers, a greedy workaholic dogowner, came home drunk from a work party. His three dogs, Brandi, Tiger and Cally, knew and sensed he would do something drastic. But nothing as drastic as what he was actually going to do.

12:48 p.m.
The door slammed, and the three dogs raced up the stairs. They stopped and saw their owner. His blood-shot eyes, his odd walk, and even his words were all peculiar. Brandi, the oldest, a female and the most obident, ordered the three to go into their shelter downstairs. "We mustn't interfer with his odd actions. You know humans have their once-in-a-while strange ways," she announced. Cally, the youngest, sighed. "Are you sure? Bruce seems kind of tense! Maybe all he needs is a few licks from a cute, adorable doggy!" Tiger, the middle-aged one, also a mutt, scoffed. "He's sick, Cally! He doesn't want to spread his germs to us!" Brandi rolled her brownish-hazel eyes and put a paw in front of both younger dogs' legs. "You two need to stop bickering and go down to the shelter! We might be in doggy danger!"

Finally, all three crouched down, tried not to be seen, and slowly walked down the steps and under the stairs. There, Bruce could never find them or crawl in there. It was a perfect location.

As soon as Cally was about to go in, a loud pounding noise erupted the silence. The madman--Bruce McWithers--was coming down the stairs! Brandi tried to help Cally into the special hideout, but it was too late. Bruce was right in back of them!

"What da heck are you do-in Jes-ca?" he asked, stumbling with his words. Cally tried to growl him away, but it didn't help. He cupped his hands and swiftly dragged Cally's tail backwards! "Help! Help!" She whimpered loudly. Brandi sprang into action. She jumped onto Cally and growled, showing her pearly white jaws. It seemed like Bruce was turning blind or something, because he never noticed the wild dog trying to protect her sister!

"Brandi, do something! Tiger, help her!" Cally moaned painfully. Bruce was backing up and unlatched the latch to the outside. He was about to fall backwards! "Jes-ca, you go to ya pun-sh-mint!" he shouted angrily. "No! Brandi! Tiger!" she wailed. But as soon as Bruce clinged onto a ledge, he used all of his power to swipe Cally off her feet and flung her into the backyard! A painful thud followed. The remaining dogs hoped Cally wouldn't die, or wouldn't get injured. But inside, they knew it was going to be a terrifying ending.

TO BE CONTINUED.
Hey, I need some ideas for the rest of this story! What do you think should happen to Cally? Will Bruce hurt the other dogs, too? Post some comments, I could use them!!! (: