here, fishy, fishy!

His stomach hurt, which was obvious given what he had eaten. The ooze was giving him a horrible headachr but he dare not move. So badly he wanted to drink water and he realized the past season he had been eating and drinking whenever he wanted. And he hated it. Seven heard her and he tried so badly to contain his excitement. However he burst, wiggling his body to and fro with a happy wag of his tail. He barked happily she had praised him and even.... touched him! After what wad half a minute he composed himself although the male half shivered from excitement

For a moment he remembered his number. Still with no eye contact he touched his chest with a paw. "S....e...v...e..n." his voice was quiet and hoarse. After years of misuse and never being taught he disliked the way he sounded anyway. And she may call him whatever she liked as his master but this was the number hed been given at birth.