You awake the next morning to the sound of sizzling bacon, and the smell of burnt toast.
You look up and see that Jack is scarfing down food, with out much notice of you or the fact that you choose to sleep on the dog bed rather then the sofa.
You get to your feet and slowly arch your back in a morning stretch, while at the same time, you sniff at the air, noticing that the terrible smell from the unclean and unkempt house had disappeared.
The smell now seemed to sooth and calm you, the whole house smells like you and master.
'I keep doing, that,' you think to your self, 'Why do I keep thinking of Jack as my master?'
Once again dismissing the thought, you decide that it is time for some breakfast of your own, and you pull up a chair and sit at the table next to Jack.
"Ugh! Bad boy! Bad boy!" he yells as he grabs you by you collar and throws you on to the floor, "You know better then to jump up at the table!"
Two thoughts go through your mind at the same time, the first is outrage and confusion as to why Jack would take this so far, the other is shame and a knowing that your master was right to scold you.
As these two thoughts go through your mind, your body just sits there on the floor stunned, Jack says then "There you are. Good doggie. Your staying on the floor with no barking or anything! I'll get you your breakfast."
This is too much, you think to your self, enough is enough. You reach for the color around your neck but you can't seem to tough it, your fingers just stop about half an inch away as though something invisible was over top of the collar.
Panic rises in your chest and you try to shout to Jack for help, but no sound comes. You try again and manage a small gargle, but nothing sensible.
Now your really start to freak out, but then Jack places a bowl filled with dog food in front of you, and your stomach immediately begins to rumble.
Your hunger seems to take place of your fear, leaving only the desire to eat the food in front of you, you struggle to resit the urge, knowing that the food will be disgusting, but you can't seem to think of anything else.
Unable to wait any longer, you force you face into the food, chomping down the surprisingly tasty food with your teeth.
In your frenzy, you don't notice that your master is still right next to you until you feel him pull down your boxers.
You feel you should try and stop yourself from eating long enough to snatch them back but you can't seem to find a good reason why, those boxers made you feel contained and itchy anyway.
As you continue to eat, you notice that the food seems to be going down easier then when you started, but you think that its just that your getting the hang of it.
You don't notice that your nose and mouth have begun to protrude and your teeth are now sharper and could easily be mistaken for a dog's.
With the bowl now empty, and licked clean, your gain enough will power to look up at Jack.