A woman returns home from work one day to find her pet Doberman sitting on the doorstep, apparently choking. Deeply concerned, she loads the wheezing animal into her car and drives quickly to a vets. After a quick inspection the vet there informs her that there's some kind of obstruction in the dog's throat. It will require surgery to remove.
While the vet books the dog in for surgery, the woman drives back home. She's concerned about her dog; what could he possibly have been choking on?
When she returns the phone is ringing. She picks up, and hears the voice of the vet. "Listen," he tells her, "I think you better call the police." He tells her that in the dog's throat he found three severed human fingers. Even as he says this the woman notices something; the hall carpet is spotted with a thin trail of blood. The trail leads from the doorstep, where she found her dog, up to the bedroom. But whose blood? And whose fingers? She lives alone.
Quickly, the woman leaves the house and calls the cops from her mobile. They race to her house and head inside. A minute later they're out again. This time they're dragging a man in a leather jacket with a stocking over his head. He's cradling a hand which is missing half its digits.
"Found him," says one cop, "He was hiding in your bedroom."
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