Oh my god, there is a pool of blood everywhere and my shoes are soaked in blood, who knew that spilling that lotion could have caused such a horror scene! My poor dog has fallen bad, very bad. His neck was almost bent at a ninety degree angle and there is a dent where his head must have gone crashing into the wall. This is all Stacey's fault.
Jenny stood there for a few seconds trying to compose herself. She stared in disbelief at her best friend, lying there in a pool of blood. His paw began to twitch, she was almost sick. She rushed out of the door, legs shaking, head sweating, eyes widened.
Right I will call Stacey about this it is all her fault... she has killed my best friend.