The banshee-like scream reached every doorstep of Pedersen Avenue in a similar fashion as the most ghastly ghoul on Halloween night.

Oliver, a nine-month-old Frenchie, was off in the distance before his owner, Mike, was able to make much of a reaction. Mike called an assortment of commands in hopes of changing the dog’s course, to no avail. 

Tires screamed of a horrific scene Mike feared reaching. 

Luckily, it wasn’t a tale of tragedy because all of Oliver’s broken bones and cuts would be, according to the vet, on the mend in no time.

The scars on Oliver’s shoulder and ribs were a reminder to Mike that he should have been sitting in this obedience class the week after he brought Oliver home. 

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