I know I feel bad for it

No a guinea pig.

My owner is rather crazy. Their mating partner had a beast for a pet. It was tall, fat, and had voids in its fur. The sound it made was as loud as thunder. No it was thunder itself. Its cold dead eyes stared at me now. Thunder streaming out of its mouth. I was now squeezing in to the farthest corner away from the beast, awaiting death at its sharp teeth that could probably cut through my cage. I’ve seen it eat what I think was bones of it’s enemies. I had heard myths when I was in the shop of a thing called a dog. Now what stood before me was it the beast a dog. Shortly there after I heard the mating partner come stomping down the stairs. She too had a void instead of the protective fur that humans can take off. She was skinny and ugly. She said “ Aww, Max you can’t play with the Gina.” In a cute voice. She was even crazier than my owner. She owned the dog. She pet it. She said you can’t play. When the beast wanted to eat me and chew on my bones. She was the one who gave the beast its bones. Ever since she moved in I haven’t gotten out of my cage. I was trapped in a smaller cage then what a used to have. In a house with the beast. Sorry if its bad it is my first time commenting on this subreddi.