When I was younger my family and I lived in the country. After my father dies, we bought a Great Pyrenees (we called him Falcon) to watch over our animals and ward off foxes. We also had a cocker spaniel named Jazz for his companion. Falcon was a working dog and would bark at night to keep the animals safe but when our neighbours complained we started to take him inside at night.

Thing is, he did not want to conform to the idea so we (read: I) had to chase him around the neighbourhood until we caught him. My mother would drive the car around looking for us, then drive us home (my siblings were not 'fast' enough, which sparked a few fights).

Jazz... he thought it was a game, just as Falcon did. He would follow me around, then ride home with us.

One night during the game, my mother ended up hitting him. It was a large car and she had thought the thud had been the 4-wheel drive falling out, it wasn't until a few minutes later and she still had control of the car that she realized that the car wasn't damaged.

Jazz was... That night I found out that if you have enough blood in one area, it turns black.