It was the most bizzare B&E I'd ever heard of.

It was in the middle of December, back when I was still a young and prideful officer of the law. When the job actually was protecting and serving and not just self satisfying. An entire two store house was ransacked, but the theif was caught the next day trying to sell his cache.

The odd thing is that the owner of the house had one little bastard of a pitbull. Like Cerebus himself, crawling up from Hades. The dog wouldn't stop barking all night once we arrived, but it let the crook scoot on in and out.

The fucking shirt. I guess dogs can read...