The overnight snow had magnified all the scents.   As soon as my lead was off, so was I.  With my nose firmly to the ground, I dodged this way and that, circling and backtracking.  A new scent, rabbit, I was on a mission, tracking towards the fence and through the bushes, and then the trail suddenly stopped.  I pulled up short.  Sure enough, there was a rabbit, a dead rabbit on a length of string.  I was trying to ponder on this when I felt a sharp pain.  My legs folded underneath me.  I was thrown over the railings and bundled into the back of a van.

I awoke in a strange environment.  Along with about fifty other dogs, I was in a large cage, inside a barn.  The smell of farm animals pervaded my senses, but they were all overshadowed by the smell of fear.