It was a normal day when all of a sudden a man rushed in with a rough looking German Shepard in his arms, he gave me the dog and quickly rushed off. Confused at why the man did not explain what had happened I quickly went about cleaning up the dog.
A week later the German Shepard was well again! He was bouncing around the store and was generally happy! Then a couple walked in (the women looked suspiciously like a dude) They were here to adopt a dog, they chose the German Shepard. I then told them about the back story of this unfortunate hound and they were instantly hooked on him, they gave a generous donation and left with the mutt.
later that day, they walked in crying. I asked them what was wrong, they didn't say anything and just held out the body of a German Sheppard in front of them...