You leave and take the throw with you

You wrap the dirty blanket tight around your hips and you depart quickly, not knowing what sorta of madness may have gone down here last night. You meet the dog Hellbitch in the front yard. She knows everything her master owns and it knows you are stealing. It charges and bites your arm, dragging you down and biting its way to your throat. It bites your life out savagely.