But Jason's mom did not seem to be mad. She calmly picked up the grocceries and took them inside and emerged a few minutes later carrying a huge chain. I put my tail between my legs and waited. His mom came over with the chain and hooked the chain onto my post. She then took off my leash and tied the chain to my collar.
"That should hold her." She said, glaring at me. "Dumb dog..."
I had remember the doctor saying my cast could come off in a week or two, and it had been at least 2 weeks since I had gotten back to Jasons. The cast was incredibly dirty, and it had almost fallen off. I had run out of ways to try and get the chain off. I tugged, I pulled, I bit. Nothing worked. I was doomed.


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