"There you go, now stay in your own yard or I will let Duke get you!" Dave said and literally dropped you over the fence.
Luckily you land in a patch of tall grass in the corner of this sectioned off yard.
You can hear the other dogs, some yapping, others barking in a low woof but in all you hear words embedded in each bark.
It's later in the early evening and still drizzling a bit of rain.
Cold and getting wet, you wander from that spot further into the yard away from the sounds of the other dogs, simply looking for some shelter from the rain.
You notice this area leads off to the rear of the house where a huge doggy door was, no doubt for their great dane, Butler. Off to the right was an equally large doghouse, outside home to Butler.
Carefully you approach the doghouse and find it empty of Butler yet the shelter you seekand so you go inside.
Allmost out of instinct you curl up on Butler's weathered bed and coast to sleep.