Poochini snores… his black tail swaying back and forth cutely, he felt like he was dreaming of being with the rich owner… his original owner, with food… steaks, peppercorn, caviar, Chicken Legs, etc. Poochinis tounge drooled hungrily as he is still sleeping..

he heard the door slam and noticed that the White Family is driving away….. he had a deadpan express is on filled with boredness

”Welp….. The White Family… forever gone… How silly… Never to return… Now I may nap… forever trapped in-“

He had a shocked look, extremely terrified

”TRAPPED?!”

He looked around and in his imagination, there are locks on each of the doors..

”I MUST HAVE SOME AIR! No… You must do this… I will survive this house! I AM NO WEAK CHICKEN! I MUST SURVIVE! EVEN IF IT MEANS BEING TURNED TO A SKELETON!”