[TW: Mistreatment/Abuse, Anthro trafficking, Mentions of other unsavory things]

You were currently at some sort of pound, being toured by an employee of all the “pets” in need of “masters”. As you were passing by the cells, your eyes locked onto a certain cell containing one of these “pets”. It was an anthropomorphic hellhound sitting in the corner of his cell, a metal muzzle on his mouth and a shock collar around his neck. He was pulling on the collar to try and get it off, growling in discomfort as his attempts failed.