Sick of being trapped in this strange room, you press your paws against the door and it opens with ease. You pant in excitement and gallop down the stairs, seeking to get outside. While trotting around, you feel thirsty. You turn toward the kitchen and see a dog dish filled with food and water.
You let out a bark of glee and munch down on the food and lap up the water. This must be your home afterall!
You gaze around and see a doggy door. You make a dash and dive through, landing on the grass outside. Your tail wags eagerly as you take in all the new scents. Deciding you've had enough of this loose fabric constraint on your upper body, you roll around until your head and legs slip out of it.
'Much better,' you think, now free of the clothing.
You sniff around the yard, taking in each odor one at a time. Most of them are enjoyable, particularly the shrubbery and flowers. However, you pick up on the scent of another's territory when you start nosing around in the grass. You then hear a bark of curiosity behind you, causing you to turn around.
In front of you stands a male Siberian husky. He looks at you strangely, as if you're some alien.
The husky barks at you which you interpret as, "What in the hell happened to you master?!"
'Master?!' you think, 'What's he talking about?'