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This is a bit rough, but I haven't posted in a while, and I've been meaning to write this.

The man picked up the leash and the jingling sound of the metal that would fasten to a collar made a dog's ears prick up. It looked hopefully towards the master who grinned euphorically and began to hook it on. Trembling excitedly, the dog tried desperately to remain still to please the master, lest the master be displeased at its joy of being free from the house.

Threading the leash through the bars and back out, the master took the leash in one hand and meticulously re-latched the empty cage and opened the door. The door to freedom and happiness. Unconsciously, the dog bent it’s head back to grab at the annoying thing extending from it’s neck on the other end of which was a glove that jerked it back out of the dog’s mouth.

The man looked at the silly dog and shook his head. He picked up a stick and hit the dog’s tail with it, teasing. When the dog turned around, nothing was there, just a wagging tail. It continued on its exploration of a path it had been taken on many, many times. But there again was that annoying thing behind it, turning around it lashed out wildly, its teeth finding a hold on its own tail while the man stopped to watch, bemused. He was in a hurry, though, with this boring walk, so he decided it was time to move, jerking the dog which obediantly followed. Trotting along, the man and the dog disappeared down the path, the dog tag with a name and number jingling in the dog’s fervor.

Pausing in front of a seemingly empty house the dog began to drop a steaming load of shit. The man groaned in disgust and turned away, rationalizing that it wouldn’t matter if no one saw it happen. He was careful to keep watch however; it would be a terrible embarrassment to be discovered.

Coming full circle, the dog was happy for a little while. The man was too, now that the house was in sight. At last he could move on with his life. Crossing the threshold into the dark house and closing the door. Reaching into a jar and tossing a dog treat. Locking up and moving on.