I had a dog, Golden Retriver.
I kept him in a cellar and only, on every weekend, I took care of him and hold tight him, like we never see again.
Once, when I came back home, he was confused, no longer knowing if I was his master.
Then I saw a family, all trying to hide something.
I went to the kitchen, opened a cupboard where a small dog was hidding and trembling. I took him out trying to calm him down, to ease his fear, his pain.
No more runnin', says my mind