Octavio Rivera
Daily Stormer
July 23, 2018
Imagine you’re a tiny chihuahua waiting for THE BEST PERSON IN THE WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD, your master.
You’re sitting in his car waiting for his safe return while absorbing his scent all over the driver’s seat to trick yourself into thinking he’s near and keep yourself from crying. You really miss him.
He’s your universe and you’d do anything for him.
Even dying.
The glass explodes everywhere and through the chaos you see something scary open the door. It’s dark and hairy and it looks dangerous and it smells and you don’t want to be near it, but you can’t back down. Not here, not now. This is your master’s car, and you can’t risk him getting hurt by this black creature if he comes back now. You have to fight this monster right here, right now.
You have to fight for everything you love.
To protect, to serve.
A 4-year-old Chihuahua named Dunky was lying in the street dead when its owner returned to the garage where he had parked during lunch on Feb. 10 in San Francisco, according to police. The man first assumed his dog had somehow sneaked out of the car and then had fallen from the seventh floor of the parking garage to its death.
But then the man went up to the seventh floor and saw his Mercedes: The vehicle had been broken into, leaving shattered glass and blood everywhere, police said. Someone had also rifled through the vehicle’s glove compartment.
From the car, a trail of blood led to a ledge — and that’s where the burglar had tossed Dunky off the structure and onto the street below, prosecutors said. Police said they instantly knew who the suspect was after watching surveillance footage.
And you fought.
And you died in battle.
Rest in Peace, Dunky, Pride of the Chihuahuas.