Tales of The Unpredictable

Dogs aren't stupid

I'm an Italian greyhound; a race dog, my name is Gina, I have a loving owner called Shaun. He always calls me his little champion. But Shaun has stopped loving me, you see, I ate this juicy meat that was just sitting on the table, I just had to eat it. But when Shaun found me licking my lips along with the missing meat, he wasn't Shaun anymore, he pulled out a gun from the kitchen drawer and shot my left leg so many times that I thought I was going to die. But Shaun turned back into Shaun again and took me to the vet.
"Oh pal! I'm so sorry, but that meat was Cane Di Carne; a very expensive meat." I knew Shaun meant it, but that didn't stop the pain in my left leg, soon enough the vet had to take it off. Shaun said that I couldn't race anymore because of my leg, he said that I could relax now. He also said that he was going to take me to a warehouse where I can have all the meat that I want (which is where I am now).
When I ate the meat, it tasted the same as the Cane Di Carne! He says that I can be with my my sister Cella, but she's dead, and guess what-dogs aren't stupid, I know that Shaun shot my leg because he was going to sell that meat and that meat which he called "Cane Di Carne" actually means "Dog Meat" in Italian, how do I know this? I'm an Italian Greyhound! I also know that Shaun killed killed Cella to make her "Cane Di Carne" and then sell her! I know, it's mean! But the worst thing of all is that Shaun's fattening me up with this meat; which is actually my own kind! I don't know what I'm going to do now, I'll probably bite him and run and yelp around until someone hears me. that's if they ever do hear me. Anyway, if I do die, I hope that you found the moral to this story. Dogs aren't stupid.