Do you think this story souns typical at all?

Just the first few paragraphs to my story for Creative writing...I dont have the tittle for it yet.... The story might go many different ways from here onwards im not sure

He tilted up his lips revealing gleaming white canines. He ran at me. You could hear a metallic rattle as he moved closer. I took two steps back. Just before he was about to reach me his neck was yanked and he stood up on his hind legs. Barking most viciously at me. As soon as his paws touched the ground he jumped up again as though trying to pick me out of the air.
Being a chain dog all his life he would have hardly known better then to attack any intruider. He looked sick and starved. I wounder does he feel abondoned, betrayed or does he know that his owner is most likelly not coming back.
A slick black Mercedes stood in the snowed up drive way of the seemingly abondoned mansion. Leaving long fresh tyre tracks behind it. Where the hell where Yuri's men? Im sure the dog has maide enough noise to bring my arrival to the attention of everyone. I ran up the driveway to the front of the mansion. The door was open, with a gentle pull i let it open uo in front of me. I slovly creeped in to the door with my gun in my right hand guiding my way. There was not a person in sight my hope was dwindling. I walked through the main corridor past an empty living room on my right. Then all of a sudden I noticed a blood trail leading in to the kitchen straight ahead. I followed it and saw a man sitting in the corner of the room with his head hanging down, with two bullet holes in his chest.