Don't let go of that ankle!

You don’t even give a second thought to that little tennis ball. Deeper you dig into that ankle, blood squirting out in all directions, all over your cute little papillon face and your cute little papillon ears. But really… you’re no longer a papillon. You’re a majestic wolf, a wolf who has conquered its prey and is now tearing off its flesh and ripping out its viscera, covered in the blood and guts of victory. You let go for just a moment to throw back your head and howl, but all that really comes out is just an “ARF!” But that’s okay. And really, you’re just biting her ankle, not her viscera. But you can dream Jenkins. You can dream. Just then, animal control pulls up, as well as three dozen blaring police cars. “Stand down!” yells an officer to the animal control mercenaries who have their tranquilizers raised and pointed at you. Then several officers restrain Margaret on the ground. You let go of Margaret’s ankle, now just a bloodied mess of flesh and bone. “We got her,” says the commanding officer into his radio. “The hostile is down.”

“Arf arf arf arf!” you bark, which translates to, “But how did you know?”

The officer gets down on his knee in front of you. “Jenkins, we got tipped off by a lady in an ambulance who said her neighbor poisoned her with lasagna. We thought maybe she was a little out of her mind, but it was about the seventh call we’d got this week from people coming down horribly sick after eating this Margaret’s famous lasagna. So we put two and two together, and… well, you know the rest.” Then he shakes your paw.

The commanding officer stands up. “This dog is a hero!” he proclaims to all within the sound of his voice. “Welcome to the team, Jenkins! The newest member of the LAPD!” Then he puts a medal around your neck.

“GET HER OUTTA HERE!” he yells, thumbing towards the police car.

Epilogue - http://fishtacosofdeath.blogspot.com/2017/10/epilogue.html