Panic Attack

"Hey, Simon, let's go out for a ride."

That's all I was told.

My excitement could not be contained. My heart was beating very fast at the thought of taking a ride in the car. Where could we be going? The dog park? The vet? PetSmart? It didn't matter, just a chance to see beyond the four walls of my kingdom.

But once I got inside, I realized it was too late. A chilling feeling ran through my spine all the way to my tail.

Those who are familiar with the mafia jargon know the subtle message that an invitation of this nature carries within: "from this one you won't come out alive"....

The worst part of this story is that I trusted them and got in!

Yes, I did! I got in the car! How could I be so naive?

My first panic attack took place when we stopped at the gas station..I thought it would be my last chance to cry for help...



My cries were useless, there were no other dogs around in sight. Someone, anyone who could help a comrade in trouble.

The car followed the sunset and got off at exit twenty-three.

We stopped at another gas station.."It's the end -I thought- Now I am over..tell my squirrel toy that I love her very much"



They got out, wore their jackets, opened the door and said in very cold way "Out". I thought for sure that was the end. I obeyed. They escorted me to a secluded area behind the convenience store...

They looked around to make sure there were no witnesses and then the woman said "Get busy". And boy did I get busy!...I emptied my bladder completely.

We got back to the car, they offered me fresh water and then started the engine and kept driving..driving into the night...

Whew!