And those scoundrels, I vowed they would pay for their deeds. After the water had boiled for the fifth or sixth time, the door finally creaked open. Dale came back with the accursed dog in tow.
Dale walked in, put the dog in the room and left in a hurry. He didn't even take off his shoes. It was Sunday and Dale would be working tomorrow. He wouldn't want to spend his last day off at home and I suspected he would go play chess. Before leaving, he told me to get Rex some food.
“Don't worry, I'll feed him,” I assured, just before I heard the door slammed shut. It was time for me to get started. The damn dog seemed a bit uneasy since its return. It sniffed the air, looking defensive, as if warning me to stay away.