The Bear Incident From Charley's Point of View

Howdy mates! My name’s Charley, the beloved dog of John Steinbeck. I’ll tell you about this really weird thing that happened to me last summer.
Me n’ John were jus’ havin’ fun, visiting Yellowstone Park n’ all. I could see that John wasn;t really interested, but I was pretty lookin’ forward to it. We got to the door and the gatekeeper came up to us ad said to John that he’d better be careful and keep me on my leash cause of the bears in the park. I tried to act all innocent, like, cause I hate beaing on a leash. It stings my neck, especially when I’m sweating. The gatekeeper was all like yeah, warned you mate. So me n my ol’ pal walked around the park, chattin’ about the trees and stuff.
All of a sudden, this humungous monster came up in front of me. Oh, what a DISGUSTING creature it was! There was spit dripping from his half open mouth and there was a smell of poop coming from his arse. Holy crap, I thought. Finally all of that growling and biting at pillows had come in handy. I growled as mean as I could, baring my teeth like a dog should, but the bastard wouldn’t back off. Suddenly, when the bear was staring at me with his dull, stupid eyes, I saw something. These weird images came to my mind, like flashbacks, except I never remembered any of that stuff happening. This one thing, that creeped me out like mad, was this bitch which looked exactly like me. She was happily yappin’ and all, also in Yellowstone Park except the trees weren’t so tall. But then this humungous monster jumped up. In fact, it jumped, then crashed down in front of the dog. I could faintly hear the snap of her bones. The next thing was just horrendous. As if the bone breaking wasn’t enough, the monster opened his mouth at the little innocent thing, inching closer, and in one go, bit off the poor thing’s head. That image really got to me, seeing the headless dog collapsing on the freshly mown grass. All of that stuff made me mad as hell, cause the bear just killed this innocent little dog. So I became all angry n; all, but the thing just didn’t stir at all. What a dumbass. I tried to snap at it, but John held me back. If he hadn’t, the thing would’ve turned into mashed meat. Seriously. But John pulled me back n’ locked me up. All that adrenaline was amazing, and my heart was pounding like crazy. I did everything I could to get to it, but I couldn’t. Me n’ John exited the park, n’ old John looked scared as hell for me. I calmed down when he gave me some water, but I could never get that horrendous sight out of my mind. -arghhhhhhhhhh