Fire! The house was on fire. His human pack were in alert mode, uttering hoarse warning-barks then huddling and whining. Mr Muggles hesitated at the door. Smoke and burn-stench roiled behind him. He knew what had to be done. He'd been told not to, though. The rolled-up newspaper had taught him that though his skill made him the envy of all the other dogs in the neighborhood, it made his packleader unhappy. But this fire? Scarier than an angry pack leader. It had to be stopped.
Mr Muggles squinched up his muzzle, lifted his leg, and aimed.
Hey! I wrote a drabble! 100 words exactly.