A movement at the end of the garden caught my eye. A brief flash of colour running along the top of the wall.
That’s a strange-looking cat, I thought, but then I looked again.
Wait a minute! That’s not a cat. That’s my fucking dog!
The bastard has done it again. He’s found a new way to escape, for the purpose of savaging my neighbours, their children and their pets.
Jesus Christ, what did I do to deserve this Hound of Satan?