>As he crawled out from hole under the concrete he froze. Off in the distance something glittered in the periphery. A roaring sound approached, slowly increasing in pitch. It was now or never. OH FUCK! He had killed most of the losing pitbulls in his fighting stables, and dumped them down into his secrete concrete Dog-Dumping silo. That included the puppies. But the mother bitch had not forgotten. She still had on her Rhinestone-studded collar which he had given her, which glittered in the distance as she ran towards him. He had just terminated most of her puppies, as she had proven that her blood was not a true champions line. The first, most promising puppy she had given birth to had just had his neck ripped out by scrawny weakling, a runt of a dog. Thus, the rest of the puppies had to be drowned in the well. But the mother bitch was still running towards him. If he climbed up from the top of the well fast enough, he would be able reach his pepper spray, and deter here. It was just another few steps... And then the Mother-Bitch reached him, biting his face, and knocking himself, along with her, down into the depths of the well. And all he could feel as face bled-out, was wet puppy fur touching his hands.