A dogs worst nightmareAuthors disclaimer: Due to me having dyslexia I might have some grammar errors in the text I am not aware of. I am sorry for that.~**~ Oh no. No! I know this turn. I know exactly where this road lead. We are driving to that horrible place again. I count the seconds, one, two, a minute, two. Five minutes after that turn the car stops and I'm taken outside. Immediately the stench reach me. The all too familiar smell of despair from the poor souls forced to this place before me. And I'm being forced here by those I thought loved me. Little by little we move over to those heavy metal and glass doors. The second they are opened a sweet, rotten smell reach my nose. I try to flee but are hindered once again by those I thought did love me. Inside the first thing I see, in the waiting room, are toys of all shapes and colours. A clever disguise I must admit but they can't fool me into thinking this is a happy place. I can easily see through the happy fašade they try to put up.