Go fetch the ball

Oh, you can’t help it. You’re a papillon! No papillon can resist that little ball. “Arf!” you bark, then take off after it across the lawn. Just as you reach the ball, you hear a screen door slam shut behind you. Margaret has taken refuge in the house. Oh, what a trick. That’s below the belt right there. “Yeah, that’s right!” calls Margaret from behind the screen door. “Have fun at the pound!” Then Animal Control pulls up, and well, you know the rest, right? People who look like heavily armed combat mercenaries pour out of the truck. You try to run, but someone fires a tranquilizer at you to take you down. “WOOF!” you bark, which translates to, “It’s gonna take more than one of those things to bring THIS PAPILLON DOWN!” Then they unload multiple tranquilizers on you, and they have proven you correct apparently, because they bring you down. And off to the pound you go, where you live out your days, and Betty and Howard are too confused by their recent traumatic experiences and heavy medications to come pick you up.  But you can’t say you didn’t try to avenge Betty. YOU CAN’T, JENKINS.

The end