Originally Posted by Sylie
I can't stop thinking about it. I found a way to cope. I imagine that the dogs all got together and planned a prison break. After digging a tunnel the first to get out opened the cages for the others during the night. When the bad people came in the morning to see if there were any profits whelped during the night the pooches attacked. Then they had the best meal of their lives, until all the bad people were nothing but hair and some bones. Being such good little pooches, they then turned themselves in to the police.
I'm sticking to that story.
Yup--I'll go with that one even if it's a bit Disney-esque, dear Sylvia.