10-13-2008, 01:03 PM
"What is Pancake?" She asked as she sat down, wearing a long red shirt now. "I know that one time master let me out of the dungeon and stuffed me in cake for some one. I licked a little of the frosting, it tasted really good but I did not tell master, he hates it when I eat anything he does not feed me. I also had to dance for three honored guests when they opened the cake and then they all had their way with me." She said it as if it was just an everday thing. which it probably was, but still, she could not hide the small amount of sadness that layered her voice. "Then, when I could not move any more Master kicked me on the floor and the men thre some cake at me that I got to clean out of my fur later...but Master only let me have a little and then cleaned me so I could not have to much. Then he kicked me again and made me go into the travel pen...its reall uncomfortabel in the travel pen....." From the glazed over look in her eye it was easy to tell that she was reliving it all in her head. She shuddered and a tear slipped down her cheek as she remembered him shoving her into the small dog carrier and make ing her go on long trips inside of it, in the dark, alone, in his trunk....no sky...
