White dogs
Her name was Lucille and she hated dogs. And she absolutely hated white dogs. She handed me the contraption, a white gun. The instructions were just the white dogs. Why any dogs? She gave no explanation for this and pushed me on. It was all I could do to reach around and clock that ice white head. Now that I think of it, it probably was made of ice. I opened the door. They knew why I was there and began to scatter back towards the fence. A mass of brown, black, and white fur. The flame erupted and howls began. I caught the first one, a large pit and cringes as he spasmed on the ground. A smaller mix came up to help and I got him, too. It was horrifying and satisfying at the same time. But as suddenly as it started, the flames went out. And the dogs got their revenge.
