Danny the dog: Open
They'd taken his only clothes, and given him new ones. When they'd thrown him in the shower, Danny at first didn't know what to do, until they gave him an old fashioned piece of soap. Same thing Bart threw at him, and Danny had quickly cleaned up. Everything was very bright and clean. So was the new clothes he got, cream-colored nearly white a tracksuit with black stripes running down the sides.
Then a doctor checked his wound on his arm. The shoot had gone right through, as luck would have it. Still he needed a good bandage and a sling and when the doctor had told him to work with him to put said sling on, Danny had just blinked at the doctor, because he'd never used one before. You hurt yourself, you kept it hidden. It was a weakness and that could be explored. He'd never used a sling. They chipped him to, and Danny hadn't moved a muscle. They'd played around with his collar around his neck, discussing if leaving it on or not, but in the end... it stayed on. No master... so Danny had been afraid to let them take it off, and had jerked away from everyone who'd touched it or checked it out. Which made the people there even more curious and it hadn't been a pleasant time for Danny when they'd had their discussion and played around with his collar to see his reactions.
Finally though he was pushed into a room with a big mirror covering one wall. Danny was fascinated. He'd never had one. Of course, he'd seen mirrors. Anyone had. But not one this big. Standing still next to the door he'd been pushed into, Danny looked at himself, noticing the new set of clothes and the sling holding his injured arm. There was nothing in the room even less than in his squalor... Nothing he could use to keep fit. Had to keep fit. Not doing anything else, you had to move, to practice. So instead Danny started to explore his sling, trying to figure out how to get it off. Can't show weakness. Show a weakness and you're dead.