So I bought this dog because my girlfried of two years kept hinting that she wanted one. I figured I'd be the nice guy and get it for her. But when the Feds showed up at my door, saying I was under arrest, I was asking the obvious questions: What did I do? What's going on?
Turns out, my dog was part of a test that the Federal Government was doing and it was stolen two weeks before I bought it at the local shelter. You would have thought that they would have had some tags or some sort of chip on that dog if it was so important.
So, turns out the Feds aren't the only ones after him, and me too, since he seems to not want to leave my side. I'm stuck in this, while Andrea's worried at home, twidling her thumbs, wondering if I'm alright. What a nightmare.
Now the Feds are after me, a group of gangs are after me because I, excuse me, my dog interupted their little war, and these devious guys that would easily be made the villian in movies. Everyone's after me, and it's all because I wanted to be the good guy.
Reminder: I will never be the good guy again if I get out of this alive.
