Red wasn't going to be your friend, much less your obedient pet. He wasn't even trying to be. The guy was getting awfully tired of all the stupid collars, nauseatingly cute nicknames, and feigned kindness of past owners.

"So what are you going to do to me? Hit a bad boy?"

With a cheeky smirk on his face, Red kicked a vase in the living room, causing it to shatter. You took him in a short while ago, but dogboy wasn't going to show the slightest bit of obedience...