Literature
The Droopy Dog
The dog lies beside me, its droopy eyes staring at nothing and its droopy ears so close I can't help but reach out and touch it, gurgling nonsense at the basset hound. Its jaws find my hand, biting down, and I scream and cry, more out of confusion and pain as my father drags the droopy dog away, spitting anger at the creature as it stares up at him with eyes so big. Before the dog knows it, he's taken by others, sold for what it has done, and stares out the rear window of the car, sadness in its droopy eyes as it's taken from its home, never to return.