Lady didn’t understand what had gone wrong. One minute she was chasing after Tramp, the next—rough hands, a loop around her neck.

The dogcatcher led Lady down a narrow hallway lined with cages. At the end, he opened a cell. Lady hesitated before being nudged inside. The gate clanged shut behind her.

Some other dog stirred, lifting their heads at the newcomer. Lady’s ears drooped as she stood in the middle of the cell, her polished collar now looking painfully out of place under the dim flickering light.

"Who's there?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.