You offer some of the fresh meat of the ex-owner to the pure breed. Its lips curl in disgust but there is an awakening gleam. All the abuse and hatred and the dry food and the junky wet. You laugh when it jumps for the already still juggler and shakes and growls. It barely knows how to tear the flesh. Youíre still laughin when the police show up and shoot it form the car window.

You book as people shout from windows and doors ëDonít let it get away!í

You attack the cops.