**Diary Entry 12th October**
This morning, as I strolled down a quiet country lane, the peace was shattered by something utterly bizarre. A German Shepherd trotted toward me, gripping a white plastic bag firmly in its jaws. The dog moved with purpose, its gait steady despite the weight of its cargo. I edged closer to the verge, watching as it reached the cornerjust as a car pulled up abruptly.
The driver didnt even cut the engine. He flung the door open, snatched the bag from the dogs mouth, and sped off without a second glance.
What in the world? I muttered, staring after him.
The dog, unbothered, turned tail and padded back the way it came. I tried to shake it off as some odd fluke, but the next morningsame time, same placeit happened again. Curiosity got the better of me. I followed at a distance as the dog, now empty-mouthed, veered onto a derelict side street and stopped outside a crumbling cottage on the outskirts of town.
A man answered the door, nodding approvingly at the dog before ushering it inside. My stomach twisted. The next day, I crept closer. Through a gap in the curtains, I spotted crates in the shed reeking of chemicals. Inside, under a harsh kitchen light, the man portioned powder into bags while the dog waited obediently beside him.
It hit me like a ton of bricksthis wasnt just a pet. It was a courier. The car was just the middleman, and the mastermind stayed clean. Hands shaking, I dialled 999.
Days later, the papers splashed the story: a drug ring busted, the man its kingpin. The poor dog? Just a pawn in his twisted game.
**Lesson learned:** Evil doesnt always lurk in shadows. Sometimes, it walks bold as brassright down your street, with a loyal hound in tow.
