He followed her back to her place. He felt good about himself...But he was still a slave. He didn't know what was going on. As he was thinking he felt a slight pain in his stomach he couldn't remember the last time he had something to eat. His stomach rumbled but he tried to ignore it.

She led him inside then took his chain off and pet him. "I've always wanted a doggy" She said softly then headed to the kitchen to cook.

She was pretty lonely and he felt bad for her. He slowly followed her into the kitchen, he sniffed about wondering what was going to be made. He sat behind her as he waited for the food to be ready. If he had a tail he would be wagging it in anticipation.

She started making hamburgers, sighing to herself

he was afraid to speak but he wanted to know a few things. "Why did they treat you like that?" He asked. "Why did you do this to me...its one thing to be a slave. but i'm maimed...unless you are some sort of doctor." he whimpered