"Well...that happened," thought the little pup as he watched his owner be eaten by a sharktopus. At least, he thought it was a sharktopus. His owner had been talking about it over and over again to random objects in the house like the small, hard thing that glows and vibrates every five minutes or the really loud block that holds the other block. He did very much like his owner, but he was often quite dumbfounded at his owner's abilities. For instance, whenever talking to him, his owner changed his voice as if he were someone else. Sometimes, when he was happy, his owner would try to speak in the pup's own language, but it sounded more like some made-up pigeon dogspeak. The pup also didn't understand how to get his owner to keep his rancid shoes from being at nose level. It didn't matter though for now he was free.