What did it matter that I was ordered to do so? Hurrying as fast as I could without spilling my coffee, I made my way to the steel door, the kennels. x video “You have twenty minutes.” With these final words our owner turned on his heel and left. Being alone was hard right now. But John was dead. Without hesitation I took my mug and crossed over to the trapdoor in the living room. That’s why they had Stan, my brother. When I got there, he was gone. How much time had passed? Muttering a “Great,” I scratched the dog behind his ears. Our owner smirked as he looked at me – us. It was on a beach.
