Spark sat in his cage staring at his paws with a broken expression. Well it wasn't so much a cage as it was a large glass cell built with the comfort of the pet inside in mind. He had a water bowl, some toys, and a large bed in the corner. Food was good and usually came about three times a day in a bowl if it was soup or something and on a plate if the foods didn't mix well. It'd been four months since he came here. He couldn't even remember the number of people who had passed him up. He'd quit counting. So many faces and so many people looked at him but walked right on past the wolfdog.

He had grown up with a relatively rich family but found that he never quite liked being in charge. He'd often asked the maids to give him something to do if only so he could get something similar to an order. His parents were never there, so he'd been raised by a nanny and his older sister gave the occasional compliment when he'd do something she liked. He found that his problems only got worse as he got older and was given more control over them. They stopped giving him small tasks and started asking what they could do for him. He often found himself severely dissatisfied with his life. He abhorred giving orders.

Around the time he turned 16 he came across what he at first thought was a couple but then realized they were much more than that. A Master and his pet. The idea intrigued him and he politely asked them to tell him a little more about it. After a bit of other research he decided to wait making sure it wasn't some sort of phase he was going through. After he turned 18 however he realized the way he felt about this wasn't going to change. He filled out an application and joined a pet adoption agency. After a skill and psych evaluation along with a background check they put him where he was now. His cell was marked with all his information and the words untrained.

He used to be a little self conscious about not wearing clothes but now it barely fazed him. All he wanted was a good home. He hadn't even gotten the pleasure playing with potential masters outside. Ten people had passed him up just this morning. He was starting to feel as if he should change his mind about this. Questioned if he really liked taking orders or being told to do things. He was losing himself.
"Am I just that undesirable? Seems like everyone wants a well-trained pet." he sighed to himself. He didn't see the young woman looking at him through the glass with a happy expression as she read his information.

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I'll be uploading his and his mistress's ref sheets after the next part of this. Tell me what you guys think. Don't really care for critique on writing skill though so story only ^_^