QUOTE : Georgie! Are you okay?” I cried. The poor dog lay on his side whimpering. His legs twitched. His chest heaved up and down. “Georgie? Georgie?” I dropped beside him. I started to pet his head. His eyes rolled crazily. His tongue fell limply from his mouth. “Ohhhh. Look. His leg,” Ellen moaned. “Ohhhhh. Sick.” I followed her gaze. Georgie’s leg … oh … Georgie’s leg … The creature had practically chewed it off. The fur had been ripped away. Chunks of flesh had been torn off. Blood flowed onto the grass. I could see veins pulsing in the chewed-up mess, and a white bone poked out.