I have a dog named June. My family has had him since he was a puppy and raised him ever since. He behaved and knew a lot of tricks. Overall 11/10 dog. My younger brother was walking him one day and June ran away due to a loud noise. We searched all day but couldn't find him. It wasn't until this morning when we received a call from the pound saying they've found him. However, something felt different about June. He looked the same just dirty. The vet checked him before we could sign him out and he was okay. My dad tried to pick him up but June nearly bit him. With the help of the people working their, we were able to bring June home. Things were different. June stayed in his dog house all day and would growl if we came near. I thought to myself if this really was my dog. This couldn't be the fun and loving June. During dinner June never touched his food and stared at us. I couldn't tell what he was thinking but maybe he had a terrible time outside. We decided to let him sleep in the house so we could keep a better eye on him. In the middle of the night, we all woke the screams of my younger brother. We rushed to his room to see June biting his fingers. Blood was pooling on his bed as he try to push the dog off. My dad instantly hit the dog off with a book, knocking it out. We got his cage and put him in as we rushed my brother to the hospital. Sadly, he lost 2 fingers from the attack. My mom decided the next day that June be out down. He definitely was not the same anymore and we couldn't just let him stay and possibly do it again. Giving him to someone else wouldn't be safe as well. We gave June to the vet and let them do their work. Of course we were all sad. June was never like that and he was such a good boy. A week has passed and my brother left the hospital. As we were going to the front door of the house, there we saw June.