I can't let him see that I'm scared. I have to be a good boy and he doesn't like it when I'm scared. Look at my tail wagging, Mr. Vance. I'm happy to be here.
"Getting excited, are we? Go on then. Help them out with a little distraction."
Oh no, he wants me to go closer to all those guns. Be a good boy be a good boy.
So loud. They're all yelling and shooting and it's hurting my ears and wish it would stop. I can feel my heart beating faster. I don't like that. Stay in the shadows stay in the shadows.
I can smell them. Five different people. Men. Sweat, gunpowder, blood.
Be a monster.
Their eyes can't see in the dark. I'm safe as long as I keep moving. They'll shoot at the spot the noise came from but I won't be there anymore so I'm safe.
"¿Qué es eso?"
"¡Sonaba como el diablo!"
That was close. Be careful be careful. I'm scared but they are too and that means that they won't shoot as well so I'm safe.
Go to the window go to the window. Be scared of my voice. Go.
Mr. Vance's men are so good at shooting. He will be very happy with them and call them good boys now. The ones who talk weird are dead but I don't have to think about it because I am a good boy and Mr. Vance will be happy with me and call me a good boy.
Wag and pant and whine. Please pay attention to me and say what a good boy I was.
Oh, you guys found some money. Everyone wants money so much and it must be good but it is not for me because Mr. Vance never gives me any.
Oh hi oh hi look what I did! I did a good job didn't I?
"This is all we found."
"That's fine. It's more about sending a message, really. Yes, Dog, I see you there. Good boy."