Dogs and a Corpse

Jeff and I were at an intersection of a city. The city looked like something you would find in the mid-west, old two-story buildings. We were at a cross-walk waiting for the light to turn. Kitty-corner from where we were standing there was a used car lot.

In the used car lot there was a man holding a bunch of dogs on leashes. All of a sudden he let all the dogs go. The dogs started to run all over the place. People started to catch the dogs, including me and Jeff. Jeff grabbed a leash that had two dogs attached. One dog was black German Sheppard and the other was a Staffordshire terrier. The Staffordshire terrier was white, cute and had butterscotch colored freckles all over its muzzle.

I caught three dogs, one large white dog and two small dogs. One of the small dogs was a Chihuahua and the other was a Puggle. It was very cute. It had a big bell-shaped head. I wanted to keep it even thought it was a smaller dog.

Jeff and I were kicking back on a grassy knoll with the dogs. I was petting the dogs and I looked over across the street to an open garage. There was a person lying on top of the hood of a car. I could only see their legs. The person was dead. There were a bunch of flies buzzing about. The corpse looked like it belonged to a young black male, about the 14 years of age. The pants were a power blue denim, 70’s style.