Trampie's owner strictly controlled what she ate. Every day she got one cup of dry kibble at breakfast and a second one at dinner plus whatever dog treats she could earned by doing her tricks enthusiastically and flawlessly. There was also a “no table scraps” rule. So, she was always hungry and at the same time she was also bored with eating the same foul-tasting gravel day after day after day.

One evening her owner set her dish in front of her like always before sitting down to a sumptuous dinner. This time, however, instead of the usual kibble she saw “fancy” wet dog food. Her heart leapt at the sight of something new. She was about to dive face first into the bowl when she hesitated as memories and thoughts she tried to repress resurfaced.

This wasn’t right. She was supposed to be dressed and sitting at the table, not naked, collared and on all fours. She was supposed to be eating human food off a plate with a knife and fork, not burying her face in a dog bowl and lapping up slop!

Her tummy rumbled loudly. The moment passed. She plunged into the bowl and began eagerly sucking down the greasy mess like a pig while doing the best to ignore the smell and taste. All the while her “tail” was high in the air wagging back and forth happily.