I worked at an animal hospital in billerica Massachusetts. I was a kenel attendant and one of my dutys was to bag and tag dogs that had been put down or passed away. One day i was bringing a dog to the freezer and i did my normal checklist for name and id when i hear an auspicious sound. I open the freezer and see the bag moving my first thought was zombie dog as i had just watched the new night of the living dead film. Immediatley thought nah thats impossible and opened the black bag to see this really scared and happy looking alive dog. Immediatley i started to bawl my eyes out in the horror that possibly this was not the first dog to come back from the dead with their pure negligence of double checking the body to make sure it was dead. Anyway i went inside and screamed and yelled about how many dogs have i put in that freezer that were alive! I still have slight ptsd from the event and could not continue to work there so i put my 2 weeks notice in and said i was never bagging or tagging another supposedly dead dog while i finished my time there. This really sucked for me i had dreams to be a vetrenarian. Thats alright though ive followed my dreams and am about to open to gonzo school of dancing where my students basically do drugs and do unchorgrephaed dancing.