Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Shoot!

My dog is ready for the hunt.
Ol' Red knows when he sees my gun,
And heads for the pickup out front,
Knowin' we're headin' for some fun.
At the truck, I remember that
I done forgot to bring my flask.
Settin' the gun down on the mat,
I go and take care of that task.
I'm walkin' back and I can see
Ol' Red is chompin' at the bit,
Barkin' at me impatiently.
But then it all turns into shit.

The last thing I see is ol' Red
Bumpin' the gun. It shoots me dead.