'Oh my god, I've been sld to some kind of cowpoke,' is all I can think as my new owner, complete with boots and hat approaches me, 'this is going to be so bad.'

A bailiff is with him, my owner, master, whatever you want to call him. He sure hasn't told me his name yet, but that doesn't keep him from having the bailiff manhandle me. 'How humiliating,' I think as I am tossed into teh back of his truck.

The ride is miserable. For one thing it's hot. For another, pickup truck beds are just not that comfortable. For another still, he didn't even have the decency to unshackle me, and with the way he is driving, I have absolutely no chance of being able to maneuver into a more comfortable position. I am thankful when the truck finally slows to a stop. 'Maybe now he's going to show me a little bit of human decency at least,' I think, but I am mistaken.

He drags me by my shackled ankles out of his truck and throws me over his shoulder like some sort of feedsack. 'Can my day get any worse?' He carries me into his ranch house directly and starts asking me questions, but I am too furious to respond in a decent fashion. I've always had a temper. All I manage is to shout, "Fuck you!"

In retrospect, that was probably not the smartest thing to say. He handles me like an errant calf, unlocking my wrists, only to relock them in front of me and tether them to the chain between my ankles by another too short length of chain. 'I've been hogtied,' I think as he leaves the house with a warning about pissing on his floor.

At least his absence gives me a chance to reposition myself. I roll up to a sitting position and draw my legs up close,letting my hands rest in my lap.

When he finally returns, carrying a case of some sort, I look up at him and offer a half smile. "Okay," I say, "I think I can cooperate now. I do need to pee, and a drink would be great too."