Storm

Date: 4/15/2018

It was raining outside and my dad had put the dog outside to sleep. The dog looked like my friends, a small Chihuahua mix. I knew he was out there during the storm and I insisted he bring the dog in but he kept reassuring me he was fine and to leave the poor dog out. I went out and tried to build a make-shift shelter for the dog because he was shivering and looked distressed. I ended up back inside leaving the dog again and I was talking to my mom and asking why we had to leave it outside. She told me that my dad was just being an asshole. I look out the back door again and see the dog curled up looking at me through the door. He was crying, I could see the little lines under his eyes that the Chihuahuas get. I snapped and brought him in and dried him off.