- Here, I got you a breakfast burrito.  You want the ham or the bacon?

- I don't feel like eating meat today.

- Huh?  What happened—Was the pup in the kennel?

- No, it was mainly pitbulls.  One of them had a huge bone in its mouth and was smiling at me like a baby.

- Pitbulls smile?

- There was a ten year old chihuahua with a fat stomach and one eye missing.  It didn't move when I went near it.  His missing eye was stiched up like a rag doll's.  I don't know what's going to happen.

- Let it be, I guess.

- Is it selfish to not think about it anymore?

- It doesn't make sense to dwell on the sad sensation, Today.  At least, it does no good, I think.

- I ran out of there.  It was too much.  I shouldn't have cried in front of it—what if it realized what I was thinking?

- Jeez, don't think like that.  Dogs are stupid.

- There were also two little ones together in the cage.  One of them was humping their bed and the other was up front staring at me. 

- It was probably saying look what I have to go through.

- I thought you said dogs are stupid.

- I'm just joking.  Here, before it gets cold.  

- No.

- Don't get sentimental, Today.  Take the bacon.  I want the ham.

- No, I don't want it.

- Why don't you adopt it then?

- I don't know.  I'm afraid.

- You don't have to be afraid.  It's already dead—all that's left is for you to eat it.

- Stop messing with me.  I don't feel good.

- There's other ways you can help, Today.  You're going to be late for class.  Close the door so we can go.