Delphine had just stepped out the door to visit Berlin, her super hunky (and super popular) boyfriend, when she felt someone or something grab onto her. She tried to fight against the grip, thrashing about and digging her claws into flesh. But a cloth with a strange smell was pressed against her snout, and Delphine's world faded to black.
She was out cold for several hours before she awoke. She was in a cramped cage, which reeked of feces and urine. There were three other dogs with her, but she could barely make out their features. Obviously they were all still asleep from whatever substance had caused her to fall asleep as well, meaning she had gotten there first. Why the hell was she here?! This was a shithole! She deserved far much better. She wanted to go home
now. The bastards who had taken her needed some serious talking to.
After a few more seconds of pondering her situation, Delphine began to feel a sharp pain in her shoulderblade. A quick lick to the source, and Delphine had realized she had a wound, not unlike the needles her vets injected her with. What had been done to her? Her pain progressively got worse and worse with each passing second, until it reached its climax. She had been biting her tongue the entire time in an effort to not howl, but once the pain had become too much, she allowed herself to voice her pains. Out came the most pathetic sound she had ever heard in her life, and she was ashamed.
Firo had been prowling his territory for food, hoping to avoid finding trespassing mutts he would have to fight with, when he saw a strange white van parked in an alleyway. Usually, this alleyway was empty despite some old abandoned junk that a few cats used as refuge. Curious, he walked up to the foreign vehicle and began to sniff it. It smelled like dog, and chemicals. This just peeked his interest even more. He noticed a door slightly ajar, and leapt into the van through it.
Once inside, he saw a cage apparatus in the back with two fast-asleep dogs inside of it. Two
gorgeous girl dogs, to be exact. These two dogs were obviously from a family of rich people. He had always wanted an uptown girlfriend. That would be amazing. Just like that Billy Joel song, Uptown Girl. Any smarter dog would have sensed danger and gotten out of there, but Firo was stupid and a total horndog. He sat in front of the cage, pondering which girl he should try first. They were fast asleep, but he could wait for them to awake. Maybe ask them what they were doing here as a starter? He was contemplating whether he should say "Hey baby are you from Tennessee, because you're the only ten I see", or "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?", when he felt a cloth cover his mouth and nose. The fabric reeked of a chemical Firo didn't recognize, and he began to become drowzy. He wanted to push off this strange human and the strange cloth, but he had no energy to. He slipped into a deep slumber, and the human carefully slid him into the cage with the two other dogs.