My Dog

I woke up last night as the thunder shook the house, just in time to see the power fade.
My dog was freaking out, as usual. He hates storms, you see. When the lights go out, he scampers from room to room, his nails going clickity-click on my hardwood doors. I've never seen a pet so afraid of the dark.

As I rummaged through my night stand to find a flashlight, he stopped and yelped. "Calm down Shreddy, I'm looking for it." I heard his nails against the door as he found his way back to me in the dark. Finally pulling out the flashlight, I clicked it On, to make him feel better.

 "Come On Shreddy, I've got the light." 

Scanning my room with the light from my bed, I caught a glimpse of his Nose from behind a bookcase.
 "Come on Boy, It's Okay."

 He peeked his head out Barely, with a look of frozen terror in his eyes, then pulled it back again.

"Whatever. I'm thirsty anyway."

 I got up and stumbled to the kitchen, then stopped dead in my tracks. What lay before me made me nearly vomit.

Sprawled across the floor was my dog, splattered in blood. His head had been hacked off.
As I tried to recover, I heard the clicking of nails on the door approaching from behind me...