<strong>Candy, Dog cages</strong><br/><br/>Yes, she was approaching me! Finally! I wriggled up to the front of the cage, even allowing a small smile to cross my face. She reached my cage, kneeling down, and I assumed she'd immediately reach for the keys, maybe apologizing profusely as well. Instead, she stayed, knelt down right in front of me. Was she<em>smiling</em>? I opened my mouth to speak, to ask what she was waiting for, before she opened her mouth and started to talk herself. My eyebrows quickly rose in anger- how dare she criticize my father, and especially at a time like this!<br/><br/><strong>"How <em>dare </em>you, my father is <em>not </em>corrupt, lots of-"</strong>I began fiercely, momentarily forgetting my situation.  Before I could go on with my<em>Argumentum ad populum</em>, the woman cut across me. She spoke for less than two minutes, but what she said shattered my mind into a thousand tiny fragments.<br/><br/>I sat still, hunched over slightly, my mouth hanging open a fraction in shock. As my brain began to piece itself back together, another bead of drool ran out from between my lips. It ran unchecked down my chin, hanging down for a second or two before it snapped gently, landing with a a soft<em>splat </em>onto the cage floor, another bead making to follow in its wake. Though I wasn't aware of it, it only added to my now brain dead appearance. Finally, my brain had put together enough information to speak, a paw unconsciously rising to wipe my dribbly chin clean.<br/><br/><strong>"N-no, no... this..." </strong>I began stupidly, my mind in denial.<strong>"This isn't... animals with human minds. No, it's not possible"</strong>I murmured, eyes looking up at the woman next to me, not really taking anything in.<strong>"It's illegal... all animal <em>have </em>to be lobotomized"</strong>I continued, now starting to think a little more rationally.<strong> "What else would stop them from esca..-" </strong>My words died in my throat. How<em>would</em>they escape? Even if she left now and didn't return, how would I exit the cage? How would I remove the mittens, the leg binders? How would I get around with these dog ears and no clothes? My breathing sped up as the possibilities of this horrific sounding position started to dawn on me. Neither dog or human... I felt myself growing hotter and hotter in the cage and in this pet gear. Without really being aware of it, my tongue hung out of my mouth as my eyes remained unfocused.<br/><br/>I was panting.