The dogboy you recently took in was... odd to say the least. He was a homeless scrapper, and before that fought in blood sports. Over the years he had been returned by countless families, no one wanting him because he was dangerous and obsessive. His case was so severe the rehab facility was considering putting him down, but this adoption with you was his last chance. He looked down at you silently as he stood in your living room wearing a muzzle. "Hello," was all he said, voice incredibly low.