{( We can now start, the dogs are in pens. )}
Ozzy was laying in the corner of the pen, curled up into a small ball. He was asleep, twitching a bit in a dream. He woke up, and blinked slowly. He stood and stretched, letting out a big yawn. He walked slowly to the water bowl, and lapped up the hot liquid. It wasn't very refreshing. He shook his pelt and sat at the edge of the large pen, looking at the woman.




































