I feel funny from the pink treat my lady pushed down my throat. I think it was pink, it looked achromatic to me, but she called it pink.. to clarify about any wandering thoughts one should be informed that I indeed have been self diagnosed with DADD, or dog attention deficit disorder. Sometimes I'll be in my grass plot then I'll blink a few times and I find myself scraping ice cream sprinkles off the sidewalk with my front teeth nearly half a mile away. I'm not sure if I was born this way or acquired the disorder later in life. I cannot maintain one train of thought long enough to come to any firm conclusion. Just stay with me. The point always appears, eventually. Where were we? Ah. The treat. I am resenting my diminutive quarters. Usually I wouldn't mind since I slumber in a cat-style hut. This, however, is intolerable and I must find an escape. How long have I been in here? According to my calculations, which are always accurate, I have been in this solitary confinement for 22 days.
Recently I have been permitted the occasional carrot, peanut, and mellon cube. The uncertainty is unbearable though. When, when will I see the light of day?! I let out a smallish groan. No result. Perhaps if I persist someone will liberate me. My lady begins to sway my quarters. What is she hinting? I infer that my pleading is encouraged so I endure. Since there has been many days of my good behavior I am granted lap privileges. My lady places me under one of her second skins, a long and durable layer and I am able to steal a few glances at my surroundings. People are lined up in rows in front of small flashing panels. The panels are similar to the ones they talk to and pet all day long. They are all pacified by them except the few captives that stumble between the seated individuals. What had we done to deserve this treatment? The cramped and odorous space is cruel and unusual.
A sentinel, kind enough to empathize with my plight, hands me a platter of scrap vegetables. Promptly overwhelmed with gratuitous feelings I offer to lick her wrist but my acknowledgment is intercepted by my lady. She accepts on my behalf, baring her teeth and bowing her head in submission. We finish our rations together. My lady is so generous. Who knows when the next time we will be granted provisions, but she makes sure I have nourishment enough to carry on.
Relieving myself is now first and foremost on my mind. I have nervously drank the entirety of my allowance from my travel bowl. Wait. Why are we furnished with adventure paraphernalia? Did my lady have premature knowledge of these dire circumstances? What part in it has she played? I refuse to believe she would permit such treatment for I am her permanent charge. Unthinkable! If I find she premeditated this I will not be angry. I will be sorry her spitefulness would lead to altering our relationship. Until I find indisputable grounds to incriminate her, I will force the thought from my mind. Now I must find a place to dismiss my urges. Upon sensing my urgency my lady transports me undercover of her coating. I do hope she is stealthy, if we are found out I can't imagine the repercussions. As I am uncovered I realize my surroundings are not conducive to finding relief. We are ankle to ankle without space to lift a leg. After much deliberation I suspect she won't take notice if I...go on her shoe. She does indeed detect my intentions and removes my aim. My alleviation is lengthy and the damage is obvious. My lady proceeds to place me in the sink whilst decontaminating the soiled area. One of her legs is raised above her head and positioned on an adjacent wall to steady herself. What remarkable coordination. Returning to our confinement we have no other options to pacify ourselves so we slumber.
Untold time has passed and our caravan must have taken us far for the magnetic field has shifted and we are poles apart from our origins. This project we are apart, of I have decided, is of consequence. The significance, however, is not clear to me. An experiment perhaps, with the most spectacular specimens chosen for proper results. This possibility lingers in my consciousness until a booming voice reverberates above. The pressure around me changes as the level of our quarters declines. What magic is this?! My lady was calm. Her flashing panel pacifies her. I too want to gaze at it to escape the disorientation and whatever preempting fate awaits us.
Not long after the chaos ceases. The captives slowly lumber about and eventually filed out of our domicile. I am escorted back to my cramped holdings. When I am let out, a foreign face greets mine. She waves a device over the length of my body until the thing chimes. It has been confirmed. At some point during my slumber I must have been chipped with a tracking device. I must formulate a plan to remove it at a later time. Our exit is hasty; the moment an opportunity presented itself we stowed away in a van. It is of utmost importance to relocate to a shelter where we can regroup and evaluate our surroundings. We arrive and I am let out on my safety lead to asses the situation. The smells are unknown, the ground cover is just as absorbent as my former location, and the air is crisp. After enjoying a portion of provisions we rest to maintain our strength. I will be prepared for the days that follow.
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