Author: Miniika

The old mutt’s yelp was swallowed by the afternoon traffic, but I saw it all. From my usual bench outside the hardware store, I watched those high school punks tormenting Lucky, the three-legged stray who’d become the unofficial mascot of our block. They were kicking him, laughing, and shoving him toward oncoming cars. I wanted…

The water stank of gasoline and sewage. It was up to my chest, cold enough to steal my breath, and the rain was still coming down in sheets. I remember thinking, *this is it*. This is how it ends, not with a bang, but a slow, miserable, drowning death in my own backyard. Then I…

The rocks were small, but each one hit the dog with a sickening thud. I could hear the whimper, a high-pitched whine of pain that cut through the morning air. But he just kept laughing, this guy – Mr. Henderson, our HOA president, pillar of the community – kept winding up and throwing. He aimed…

The word ‘illegal’ hung in the air like a death sentence. Not for me, but for Chico. My Chico. A scruffy, caramel-colored mutt with ears that flopped in different directions and a heart bigger than Texas. I found him abandoned near the Rio Grande six months ago, ribs showing, eyes full of fear. Now, he…

The smell hit me first. Not the usual stale beer and regret smell of evicted tenants, but something deeper, something rotten. It was seeping out from under the back porch of the McMansion, a place that had only been abandoned a month ago. Some families just up and leave, but they leave behind trash, furniture,…

The stench hit me first – stale urine, fear sweat, and something else… something sickly sweet that made my stomach churn. We’d been tracking this puppy mill for months, building a case against Earl Finley, a real piece of work who thought he was above the law. I’d seen the drone footage, the cramped cages,…

The plastic sandal wasn’t even worth five bucks. A cheap, neon-pink thing Bethany got from the dollar store, already half-melted from being left on the dashboard. But there he was, Snuggles, my goofy, butterscotch-colored mutt, chewing it to pieces on the front lawn like it was a prime rib. And then, Kevin lost it. I…

The ice water stole my breath the second I hit. It wasn’t a gradual thing, like stepping into a cold bath, but a violent shock that seized every muscle. My Doc Martens dragged me down as I fought against the current, the murky water blinding me. Above the roar in my ears, I heard the…

The hissing sound always gets to me first. Not the dog’s whimper, not the kid’s taunts, but the goddamn aerosol. It’s the smell of destruction, of cheap thrills painted over something innocent. This time, it was Buster. Scruffy mutt, probably part Lab, part who-knows-what. He liked to sleep on the porch of the old folks’…

The sirens were still screaming in my ears as I knelt on the lawn, each puppy tucked inside my jacket. My chest felt like it was trying to claw its way out of my throat, but the sobs that came out were shaky and small. “They’re okay, buddy,” I choked out to the smallest one,…