<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=76933.msg3457421#msg3457421">Quote from: DngrMse on 12-08-2010, 01:11:57</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Allain-Emelin Chodomer - DOG CAGES<br/>There was, I think, only one other new arrival still unexamined.  I snapped the long leash off of Mimi's collar, leaving her perched on her exam table, and headed back to the kennel.  <strong>"And you are..."</strong>  I leaned forward to read the card on the front of the dog's cage, <strong>"...Scamp!  You've been a very good dog.  Quiet, and well behaved."</strong>  I retrieved, and read through the chart I'd dropped on top of his cage earlier.  few modifications, most inoculations were already given, he'd need only Plague, and Yellow Fever.  <strong>"Now then, out you come.  Continue to behave, and perhaps you'll be given a treat!"</strong>  I didn't wait, but instead reached into his cage, and hooked my hand around his collar, pulled him out, and snapped the leash to his collar.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Scamp looked up as the man approached, regarding him with uncertain, timid eyes. He was afraid. His experience with men once he had been grabbed from the street had been one of only casual abuse and occasional rape. At least women, even when they tormented him, seemed to have a shred of affection - or was it pity - as they used him. The men had none.<br/><br/>His fear caused him to hesitate slightly as he was told to come out of the cage, the fingers looped around his collar tugging him out, throat making a soft, choked noise as he shuffled awkwardly forward. Moving in his new position was still unfamiliar and strange, and his awkward gait nearly brought him to his knees once before he stopped, bracing himself more carefully as a leash was clipped to his collar. Trembling, he remains silent, but looked up at the man, blue eyes wide with fear.