Keepin' up with the Jones'-WIP

What started out as a typical afternoon on the outskirts of Hobart, Tasmania turned into one misadventure. As usual, Jones was out watching his owner's sheep. The Tasmanian Tiger had been trained to herd livestock at the age of six months. Now a young adult, watching and herding sheep became his day job. Jones scratched left ear and nipped the tip of his tail. It was the middle of summer and the mosquito's were getting on his nerves. He yawned and stretched after a moment, feeling bored. The young tiger's ears perked up at the sound of footsteps. He quickly got up to investigate and spotted a stray cattle dog approaching a ewe. The dog was about to grab the sheep when she heard a growl. Inches away from her was Jones. Ears laying flat against his head and pearly white teeth fully exposed. The cattle dog started to back away, at that moment Jones snarled.
Within seconds the female dog bolted and Jones followed her.

Hoping over the fence and running into the bush, the cattle dog ran as fast as she could with Jones not far behind. After a fifteen minute chase, he cornered her, or so he thought. Jones stopped and looked up, noticing the cattle dog smiling at him. Two men stepped out of some shrubs. Both of them holding a trio of coonhounds by their leashes. One hound was blue ticked, the second, black and tan and the third was red. It didn't take long for Jones to realize the cattle dog had set him up!
"G'day old friend, you thought you got away didn't ya?" said one of the men.
"Now we got you right where we want you." the second one added.
Jones stood there with his tail tucked between his legs.
Seconds later he took off running.
"Get 'em!" a male blue tick coonhound barked.
Now that their leashes had been removed, all three hounds along with the cattle dog went after Jones.

The young Tasmanian Tiger ran as fast his legs could go. He could hear the coonhounds behind him, barking loudly. Jones panted heavily, he was ready to call it quits. He stopped when he came to a dead end. Looking back in the direction he came, he could hear the dogs barking. Having no choice, he crouched down and jumped onto a large red rock. He then went over to the other side and headed home.

The four dogs stopped in their tracks and looked around.
"We lost him!" said a male black and tan coonhound.
"Great," the female cattle dog sighed.
"Come'on, y'all." said the blue tick coonhound, the four dogs then headed back to their owners; once again, they were empty handed.

Now that he had managed to escape, Jones made his way back home. In an effort to avoid being seen out in the open, Jones took a short cut through some thick shrubs. Climbing down the side of a rock, he stopped short and yelped when felt something clamp down on his foot. Looking down, Jones noticed his left front paw was caught in a foothold trap. The traps were normally used for American wildlife such as bears but it could also be used to trap other animals. Jones tried to pull his paw out but wasn't having any success. The trap's metal teeth dug into his fur and skin; the whole thing was painful. "Help! I'm stuck!" he yelled, hoping someone would hear him.

After waiting for an hour, Jones sat down and panted heavily. His leg now had dry blood on it due to his attempts to escape. A few seconds later, Jones collapsed; heat and exhaustion got the better of him. He looked to the left when he heard some rustling. Standing a few feet away on a medium size rock was a German Shepherd-like dog. Jones then noticed the dog was looking right at him. Unable to defend himself, he watched as the dog climbed down from the rock and approach him.
"Who 'dat?" he asked in a weak voice.
Shortly after, Jones blacked out...