He called you the best dog a pet shop owner could ever have. You're so special! You're a good dog...wait...dog? You could've sworn you weren't a dog. Maybe
you were, you can't remember. You still have skin like John, but maybe that's just a coincidence. Whatever, you like being a dog and having John as your owner.
You sit in your Kennel waiting for John to tell you something, more training perhaps. He doesn't tell you that you're going to do anything of the sort right now.
"Alright Hannah, maybe we should close up shop for tonight, hmm?" John looks at you and pets your head. You begin to pant at the intense pleasure of
John's hand on your furry ears.
John finishes patting your head and says goodnight. He exits the kennel, leaving you alone. John sleeps here, in the pet shop, in a separate section of the store.
You're glad to know that he'll be close by, but you feel sad not being near him.Some of the animals peer at you, but you feel so lonely without John. You decide to
curl up in the corner of your kennel and go to sleep, awaiting the next day.