"Thanks pal," the delivery man says as Jonas hands back the digital tablet. He closed the door behind them and wheeled the large cage using a rented hand truck. He didn't say anything yet but the excitement of the little fox getting here was close to palpable. He put her down in a large room that was conjoined to the master bedroom and bath. It had been a study but he'd had the walls knocked out. Inside it had what looked like a small jungle gym and stack of those scratching boxes for cats blown up to human proportions.<br/><br/>In another corner were low beds, they had frames and stood off the ground and all that, but they were a little different than what a regular human might sleep in. There were a ton of "pet-approved" toys and things lying around too. They weren't exactly people anymore so Jonas had to agree to humane standards. None of it was exactly patronizing and it would be fun.<br/><br/>Pulling the sheet from the cage he unlocked the door and swung it open, "Hello, Jane." He cooed gently, "are you happy to be here?" he asked. She was a looker. Foxy would have been the funny quip but he kept that in his own head. He picked up a rather expensive looking collar. It was a cross between a collar and a choker necklace that women might wear. It was dark black leather with a large gem-cut diamond in the middle. Her name, and credentials hung from little gold discs and there was a loop of shiny steel for a leash. Laws and regulations required that she have this.<br/><br/>"Your playmates haven't arrived yet." he said fastening the collar around her neck, "Are you hungry?" He asked gently. He was in this more for the pleasure and luxury involved than lording his dominance over these pets. He could be that surely, but you won a lot more love from dogs with kindness and a firm hand rather than a newspaper in the nose.