They stole my dog

 Alex and his friend stepped out onto the street.
Popular guys that suddenly had purpose. A hundred projects.
The street was warm because morning sun had declared itself.
Alex was the choppy one, his friend was the smooth one. Their first order of business was to steal my dog. And they did it. They ran off with my dog and tied a look a like to a street drain grill. I went I freed the dog but mine was long gone. 
Alex and his friend attempted to sell my dog at an auction. But he was no pedigree, he had no special features beside his pointed ears and smart eyes.
What made my dog special was the personal Love I had for him.
So when i saw him being exchanged for a tenner in the garage of the Alex's house, I gave a hundred to the guy who bought him. Took my dog back. Cast the evil eye on all who attended, made a note of fire escapes and left proudly through the front door.