
I love you.
You're holding a 3-month-old golden retriever. His name is Cody. Cody is nuzzling up into your arms. He's tired. He gently licks your palm as he slips into dreamland. An anonymous stranger holds a gun to your head. If you don't kill Cody, then he'll pull the trigger. As you stare down into Cody's big, bashful puppy eyes you see his total love and trust for you. Is it going to be you, or the dog?