A husky trots down a city street, his leash trailing behind him. Sparky had run off from where his owner had left him in search of prey. Kibble is nice and all, but nothing beats a squirming, person-sized meal.
He wanders into an alley, hoping to find someone in a secluded spot where nobody would notice them getting gulped. Sparky does indeed find someone, but not anyone he'd hoped to. He stumbles right into an 8-foot anthro hyena, far too large for him to eat, who turns to look at him in surprise.
GRRWWWWLLL
Bertha stares down at the dog and licks her lips. She'd just begun hungering for a light snack, so this happenstance is perfect. She lunges for the dog and grabs him tight in both hands. The yeen holds Sparky almost like a burger as she lifts him to her maw, opening nice and wide and giving him a taste of her foul breath. "Mlehhhh~"
GULP
David walks nervously down the street in search of his lost pet. "Sparky? Are you there, boy?"
He nearly walks into the back of a large, nude hyena lady as she lumbers down the street, her tail swishing about behind her. "Uh, excuse me, ma'am, have you seen my- dog..."
The deer trails off as Bertha turns around and he catches sight of Sparky's leash dangling out of her maw and her groaning gut with subtle movement inside.
GRRRRGLLE CHURRRN
She scans over him as she processes what he was saying, then she lets out a hearty laugh as David freezes up from the shock of the whole situation.
"You want yer four-legged slab of meat back? Go on, pull him out, then!" Bertha challenges eagerly.
David grabs hold of the leash and tries to pull Sparky out, but before he can make any progress, Bertha slurps on it like a spaghetti noodle, yanking David directly into her gut. A pained yelp comes from it as the impact squishes the helpless dog inside. Bertha lets out a gutteral laugh, the end of the leash now barely hanging out of her mouth.
The yeen tilts her head back and twirls the leash in one hand to reel it in, dragging the dog out of her throat by the neck. It twitches and flails in agony in mid-air as Bertha grabs hold of it by the scruff, the leash fully wrapped around her arm.
The dog is in terrible shape, a mass of red muscle and half-melted tissue, its skin entirely absent. It drips blood and gastric juice onto the ground as it spasms.
"You really want him back?" Bertha gloats at the distraught owner.
David doesn't respond; he steps back, finding all his resolve to not break down in tears on the spot. Bertha pays his misery no mind and puts the dog back in her mouth, snapping the leash with her teeth as soon as it's all the way in.
GULP RRRRMMMBGGLE
Bertha grabs David by the arm and haphazardly tosses him toward the nearest wall then presses her gut up against him. There's barely any movement at this point, only loud churns and gurgles as the dog inside fully digests.
GRRRGLE GLORWGG GROOOOAN
David screams and struggles uselessly as the belly that's churned his former pet presses into him, squishing him against the wall. After several long minutes of this, Bertha finally steps away from him, a sadistic grin on her face.
BWWWOOOOOOUUUUUURPPP
Bertha belches up a collar with a nametag reading "Sparky" and the upper half of a canine skull, both of which hit David in the gut then clatter to the ground. 
Bertha lets out a deep chuckle. "Be glad I jus wann'ed a light snack. Git outta here," Bertha tells him before stomping off. David runs away crying, leaving the meager remains of his beloved pet lying on the sidewalk.