You look at the collar, seeing the name change. It was then you heard Angela’s voice. “Jason, here boy!” You immediately head for the source of the voice without really thinking about it. You walk up to her, only for her to scold you. “Bad boy! Pets aren’t supposed to walk on two legs!” Your heart suddenly sinks, not like being called a bad boy. For some reason, you feel an instinctual need to obey her, so you get down on all fours. “Good boy!” Angels replies as she scratches you under your chin. “I’m so happy your parents let me adopt you!” You feel really good at being called a good boy, and the scratches on your chin almost make you not realize what she just said. You go along with it, though, as she leads you inside.
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