Chad woke up, and immediately he realized he was naked except for the collar around his neck. He was in some
sort of box or cage. He stood up on all fours. Fours - not hands and knees. He frowned-at least that's what
he thought he did, as he looked down at his black and tan paws. PAWS! Not hands! He whimpered. The sound of
hand slapping on the dog crate immediately followed along with a male voice saying, "Good boy, you're finally
awake! I cannot wait to get you home and into the kennel with Brutus."
Chad tried to shout, but all that came out was, "Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!"
He heard a truck door slam, and the roar of the pick up truck engine's roaring to life. He realized he was in a
dog crate in the back of a pick up truck. He had the body of a dog, he had the voice of a dog - was he really a
dog? He stopped barking and began to whimper.
The truck turned off the highway and drove along a gravel or dirt road.
Chad put his head between his paws and tried to recall where he had heard that voice before.