Author's note: Personification was included in this chapter.  According to https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/personification,  personification means "attribution of personal qualities, especially a representation of a thing or abstraction of a person or by the human form.   A divinity or imaginary being representing a thing or abstraction."

Dog's POV:

I, Fido Keller, was a witness to the crime.

Did anyone think to ask Me what I saw?  No, it is just plain prejudice that is what it is these days. People would naturally assume only humans knew what took place here.

 Yet, I saw everything with my bright deep blue eyes. 

 I know it sounds crazy.

 Me a mere mutt being a witness to a crime, but it happened just the same.

I minded my own business. Eating food out of my dish as usual when I heard some noise in the living room. I thought it strange since I was an early riser, and the girls usually were slowpokes on getting up.  I stopped and went to investigate.

  I saw a mess. It was worse than my paw prints sort of mess.

There was cotton everywhere, and I thought it strange.

  I  stayed quiet on the down-low if you know what I mean.

  I did not want to disturb whoever did this.  

   I was shocked when I saw her.

   I recognized her as any decent pooch would.

  I  realized with horror it was my favorite twin, MaryBeth.

  She stood there with a knife raised in her hand.

    I   waited to see what happened next.

   I saw her vandalize the back door.

   I  could not understand why she did it.

   I  paid attention as she smeared blood from one hand onto the broken glass and the wall.

 I   followed her as she disposed of the murder weapon.

 I   tracked her to the basement next, where she did something bad. 

  I saw her as she shoved the body of one of my master's behind a pile of junk.

I shook my head in dismay.

Why did she do it?

I  could not think of a single reason.

I  did not stop then.

No, I  raced upstairs after her.

I could not just let her get away with it.

As I heard footsteps approaching, I looked up.

It was the other master, the man of the house.

I saw him as he choked her.

I bite him. 

I saw the fear in her eyes.

I   watched as she pulled a dart out of her pocket.

I  gasped in horror as she shoved it into his chest.

I  ran.

I was afraid.

Who was to say if I would be the next to die?

I was freaked out.

I was just a dog.

What was I to do?

I was a small animal.

I   was a breed that few knew what it was.

I   laid down by the door and pretended to take a nap.

I  opened my eyes as the police entered the house.

I   wanted to tell them everything.

Bu,t how could I?

Not a single one of them spoke to me.

So, I kept all this bad stuff hidden away in my memories.

I supposed it was up to me now.

Find out more in Chapter 5

-Summer out!