Why Seto Kaiba Hates Dogs
Four years old. Border Collie, Ivy. I was playing outside in the front yard. Momma was in the house, cleaning up some mess Dad had made before he left for work. Ivy was outside with me, and we just ran around the lawn, getting dirty and plowing down the over-grown grass and weeds.
I don't know exactly what did it, but something- karma, the lord, the force, I don't know- but something compelled me to run across the street. There was't anything over there that wasn't on our own property, except maybe a couple more snakes and poison-ivy bushes, but I stil wanted to go over there.
So I ran. Without looking both ways. Which is like, what, the first thing you learn about playing outside? But I ran, and not fast enough. I saw it too late: a black Isuzu. Ivy saw it as well, and darted after me, shoving me to the other side...and taking the hit. The car kept on going.
I started to scream for Momma, going to my dog and holding her close to my chest, sobbing.
I had just killed my dog.
That was the first time.
