Stroking my hair my owner muttered a soft “Good girl”, loosened his grip. xxx So, I was chipped now, had been examined, had a name again. … Slowly some memories seeped back, and I groaned. It was wiped away, so it must have been disinfectant. Did I have one? This made no sense either, but I didn’t care. “All in order as far as I could feel.”
Footsteps and he came into my view. I’ll get some food.” Once more I felt his hand in my hair, then he was gone. He fastened the leash to my collar and gave it a short pull. Whatever it was, it was working damn fast. Once we were airborne there would be no opportunity anymore. Just like a dog, a cat… I tried to open my eyes, but they seemed










