I need to throw up.

I somehow need to get myself to have the urge to vomit.

If I were still a human, this would be an easy task to accomplish.

I would just have to stick my fingers deep enough in my mouth an there you have it.

Mission completed!!!

But, as a dog this wasn't so easy.

I also thought about 2 other methods.

The first one being very simple to execute.

I would need to hurt myself. I know I could, just pretend, however I want to avoid any suspicion.

I mean how strange would it be.

They take me to the doctor, as I am "injured", but he doesn't find anything abnormal.

Then the other would also suspect that there is somethibg strange, about me.

This is something, I want to avoid at all cost. If the boys says that I am strange, not many would actually believe him.

Although, his high status in society would add a certain credibility to his words despite that at the end of the day, many would still only consider him a child.

They may think that he is just imaging thinks or playing a trick.

But, if there are some adults that verify his words, the situation would instantly change.

Anyway, my second method is also very simple and some may consider it the best one but....

My pride as a former human just won't allow me to use it.

But if everything failed, I'd have no choice!

Let's hope it doesn't come to that.

The thought of putting my pawn into my mouth quickly flahed through my mind, but after realising that I am not a cat and had my claws out all of the time.

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My next idea would be creating the urge to vomit by stuffing the my tail into my mouth, however I realized that my tail was wayyy to short.

I wasn't even able to catch it with my mouth.

While I was testing my methods, the boy looked at me and his eyes told me that he wanted to know...

WTF THIS DOG WAS TRYING TO DO?

I racket my brain for more possibilities, but I couldn't even come up with one.

Shit!!! I need to move on to the next method. What was it again.....Right.

HURTING MYSELF.

I don't wanna do it, however it was still better then the last option.

Physical damage could be easily recovered, but it was different with mental ones.

I take a run-up and prepare to dash at the metal bars.

I bring my feet in the right position and BOOM!!

I quickly dash forward and into the metal bars and...

"DING"

What can I say besides. IT HURTS LIKE HELL.

The ding sound and my whimpering where finally able to catch his attention.

I try even more miserable than I already am and it works. He opens the window and shouts something and the carrige stops.

After that he opens my cage and takes me out.

The big man quickly rushes to us.

The boy explains what happened. I take advantage of the confusion and quietly back away. Every step still hurts, but at least for the first time in my new life I am FREE!!!!

NOW, LET THE HUNT BEGIN