The next few days pass without much interesting happening. You get fed once a day then taken out and allowed to romp about in the dog run out back with the other dogs that are well enough. During which your cage gets cleaned as when you are lead back inside it’s always to a clean cage that smells partly of humans and not your scent. This of course annoys you that the dogs who walk on hind legs would dare try to take your den the moment your not around. Your life would be uneventful if not for strange dreams that plague you each night. In these dreams you always find yourself as one of the hind leg walking dogs and this scares you most of all. The very idea of being without your nice coat of fur and beautiful tail brings a whimper from your throat.
But one night something happens that chances the happy routine you have become use to. Lifting your nose from your tail and blinking the sleep from your eyes. Turning about in your cage you peer out in the world of those hind leg-walking dogs. No one ever comes at night you think as a feel of excitement brings your tail to wagging while the other dogs still sleep.
“Keep calm and do not wake those dogs.”
“Who said that?” you yip asking the question the only way you know how with sounds and body language.
“I said do not wake then!”
“You coming to play ball with me?” you ask as your tail picks up wagging speed now.
“Gods! I so feel like I am talking to a real dog! Bad dog.”
“You’re not my pack?”
Least you start to question this voice in your head but being called bad is something you understand all too well as one of the kennel helpers gave you basic dog training thinking to make your chances of finding a home easier. Laying your muzzle down on fore paws you try to lay still.
“That’s good. Now stay girl.”
Shortly after this the back door starts to open and a shadowy figure begins to slowly move into the room. Quivering nostrils quickly inform you this interloper is canine like you not one of those hind leg walkers.