I was over at my cousins house in India, where they showed me 8 little pug puppies that I fell in love with. After spending hours in there by myself and the puppies I would hang them off of my fingers with their claws until they dropped. When I came back to my home, my dad was on the phone when he told me if I wanted to talk my cousins. I said sure, asked about the puppies, and lo-and-behold, 4 of the 8 died mysteriously. I have no doubt in my mind that I killed those puppies.