Everything happened so fast – I barely had time to react. Bullets sprayed us through the walls of a single-story home, shattering glass and blowing through drywall. What on earth did my friends do to merit this type of brutal retaliation from the police?? Old friends, I admit, I have no idea what they’ve really been up to all these years. Certainly it couldn’t be this bad. The place was surrounded by renegade cops, bent on terrorizing us with their complete disregard for human life. All I could tell you is that I was innocent!
At that point, it didn’t matter. I needed to find my dogs! Like a crazed mother bear searching for a lost cub, I scrambled to find them, dodging gunfire and wading through dust and debris. From across the room, I spotted my two fluffy Pomeranians helplessly staring at me with confused eyes. There was no way I could let my best friends go down like this. I charged through, scooped each pup under an arm and dove in front of a couch for protection. We smushed together as close to the floor as possible and listened to the bullets tear past our huddled bodies. It was insane!!
Over and over, I ran through scenarios and planned our escape in my mind. Then, as suddenly as it started, the room was silent.