He Called 911 to “Take the Dog” — Then the Truth Barked Three Times
Part 1 — The Siren You Can’t See Our dog had never bitten anyone—until the afternoon he sank his teeth into Evelyn’s wrist. Scout rockets across the kitchen like a thrown spear, nails skittering on the old wood floor. He’s already barking in a clipped three-beat pattern—yip-yip-yip—when Evelyn’s voice thins out mid-sentence. The tea mug …