Danny felt the harsh boot kick him with a force that sent shivers down his spine. As he sputtered to the ground, he saw the golden hair of a young man appear. This boy, who carried a handsome face, but not a shred of regret or restraint, had attacked him for no reason. He heard as the boy spoke to his loving owner. He couldn't understand the words (Being a dog, after all.), But they were delivered in a tone that was indomitable in it's harshness.
He had initially hoped it was simply a twisted visit of some kind, but as the weeks and months passed, the boy refused to leave. He could see that his master was tormented by him.
One day, master Johnathan was not in his bed when Danny awoke. Panicked, he noticed that Johnathans father was discussing worringly with some police officers. He knew that something terrible must have happened, and charged out the front door, desperately searching for Johnathan.
He ignored the calls of the men, charging without care. He ran for several miles, following Johnathans vague scent, until he came to a valley. There, he saw the thing he was most horrified of. His master, lying bruised and bloody in the tall grass. He tried to awake, but to no avail. Johnathan wasn't breathing. Johnathan was dead.
He laid by the body until the police came by a few hours later. He sat solemnly in that time, only thinking of how the person that he loved so unconditionally and loved him so much back, had had his life taken away by him. Danny was simply a dog, so he had no way of knowing who had committed this crime. But in the back of the crowd of policemen, George and others, he saw one outlier. That boy, who he had so carefully managed to avoid, was standing, smiling at Danny as his golden locks drooped off the side of his face.