another time (like this is seriously true i'm not just trying to sound edgy or something) i was living with my aunt's family, and they had this dog, and one night i was bored, and i grabbed the dog and i taped it in electrical tape and i dragged it out to the woods and spent a while throwing it in the air and smashing it into the ground. then i poked it with a knife and i made just a little hole and i didn't think it would be enough to kill it, but then i dragged the dog back inside and i put it in its bed waiting for it to get up and then i realized it was dead. so i dragged it back outside and threw it in a clump of blackberry vines, and i left the gate open a bit so it looked like it escaped. they ended up blaming it on one of my cousins, everyone had the idea that it might've been me but they decided that he was just lost. so they spend forever looking for the dog, and they eventually end up thinking that someone had their dog and was keeping it from them, and i was in the clear.
fast forward a couple months, and we're all on vacation at the coast, and we go to a mini golf place. i had cut the tail off the dog after it was dead, and i kept it in my pocket as kind of a souvenir because it was so soft and fluffy and cute. so while i was whacking the ball around the tail fell out of my pocket, and everyone saw it laying there on the blue rubber, and they all kind of looked at me, and my aunt picked it up and then we kept on playing mini golf.
so yeah, i kind of half-accidentally killed the family dog. i'm a horrible person lol