my dog got killed in 2001 because some morning a latter day saint knocked on the door while everone was asleep, and so he ran to the door barking, and then he jumped on the door with his pawns
and then the moron thought someone wanted to hear him, so he _opened_ the door, but it made my dog fall down the stairs and howl in terror
at this moment I'm still sleepy, and I'm hearing the affair from my room in the basement, and go out to see the scene -- I see my dog falling down the stairs and the moron afraid of his actions that runs away, only to never be seen again
it was a bernese mountain dog, very caring dog and one of the cutest ones I've ever seen
i hear his last sad bark before he passed away, still memorably haunting today
and then my dog's cadaver was laying down my feet with his neck violently broken by the shocks, his urine flowing on the plywood