As soon as he was finished writing, she picked up the piece of paper and read it. Instantly she let out a groan, rubbing her face. Of all the embarrassing things to have to happen to her, being on a leash was one of the worst. Her lips tightened, and she picked up the crayon again, writing "I can wear the collar and leash. Even if I won't like it."<br/><br/>With a small huff, she sat down on the couch, her arms folded in front of her. Why were humans treated like this? Was this really how a pet felt like?