"Goodnight boys," Katie whispered, giving her two dogs a blow kiss before heading into her bedroom for the night. Everything was quiet in the living room until the larger dog, known as Duke, whispered, "Hey, little guy. This place is so great!" The smaller dog, a terrier named Max, replied, "Uh huh..."

"And that's one good looking bed!" Duke exclaimed, his bushy tail wagging. "Yeah, it's okay," Max mumbled. Glancing over at the other dog, the mutt suggested, "Maybe we can share. You know, one night, you get the bed. The next night, I do. That kinda thing."

Sighing, Max lifted his head and looked over at his new roommate. Breathing in slowly, he spoke in a quiet voice, "Now why on Earth would you want to do that?" Scratching behind his ear, Duke shrugged his shoulders and answered, "I don't know, maybe get used to living with another dog for the first time."

Jaw dropping, Max stammered, "W-wait, you sound like you're trying to say that you... were a pet before." Nodding his head, Duke responded, "Yeah, I... uh... I used to live in Brooklyn with my owner Fred. Just the two of us." Sighing deeply, he continued on sadly, "One day, I got out and lost my way home. Then animal control took me into the pound. Fred, he... he never came for me."

Feeling terrible, Max suddenly got up and sat down beside a depressed Duke. "I'll try to make this place feel like home to you, I promise." Smiling faintly, Duke replied, "Thanks Max."